Proof The Bible Is True

My first scuba dive was a magical one. A beginner’s excursion in Barbados. The bright and colorful fish twirled around me, the sun appeared as just a glimmer of light 40 feet above my head. But after about 30 minutes, I felt woozy. I reached out and grabbed the air gage. I watched as the needle settled on zero. No oxygen at all! Read More Heavenly Angel Rescues Scuba Diver – Guideposts.

I’d had a long day at work and my bad knee was at its worst. I dreamed of settling into my recliner for the evening. But I had to stop off at the grocery store. I had to get my special snack: a banana. It might seem like a small thing, but for me my two bananas a day meant the difference between feeling good and not. At least the fruit is in the very first aisle, I thought as I picked up a plastic basket in the supermarket. Read More Heavenly Angel Helps Woman With Simple Problem in Grocery [More]

Late one night, I was driving a group of young missionaries home from Mexico when a foul odor filled our bus. The engine gauges showed the temperature rising fast. I pulled over and lifted the hood. A rock had punctured the radiator. Antifreeze poured onto the engine block. The other chaperones and I led the kids outside for fresh air while we discussed options. The kids snapped photos of our predicament, but I worried. Just then, a blue Mustang pulled up behind us and a man stepped out. Read More Earth Angels: Mechanic Stops on the Road to Help with [More]

Car wash, dry cleaners, the grocery store… I made a mental list of everything I had to do the next morning as I crawled into my bed one cold January night. Nothing I can’t handle, I thought, snuggling under the blankets. Suddenly I sat bolt upright. The driveway! It was covered in six inches of snow. I’d have to clear it to get my car out to run my errands. I pictured myself dragging the snow blower out of the garage and battling the elements. Read More An Angel In My Driveway – Guideposts.

It wasn’t a great day for diving. Clouds darkened the horizon and eight-foot swells rocked our dive boat. There were nine of us on board, the captain, the dive master and seven divers. One woman was already sick from all the tossing and turning. Still, we were determined to go in. We were off a remote island in the Caribbean, about 40 miles from the coast of Honduras. We’d come a long way, flying several different airplanes to get here. Read More Heavenly Angel Frees Man From Diving Trouble – Guideposts.

Icy winds whipping down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue went straight through my old black coat.I turned up the collar. I need something warmer, I thought, glancing in the store windows.But money was tight. The contractor we’d hired to remodel our home had walked off the job, taking our money with him. I was tired of pinching pennies because of it. Read More Angel Sends Cashmere Scarves for Winter – Guideposts.

Every second mattered. The blaze was less than two miles away, but it seemed like we’d never get there. Our fire squad barreled down the road. The siren screamed. My heart pounded inside my heavy turnout coat. My job was to lead the charge into the blaze. The other men would follow. They were depending on me to deliver the knockout blow to put out as much of the fire as I could on my own. I looked over the other firefighters on the squad. You could see their experience in the craggy lines on their faces. I was the [More]

You can’t go home again. That’s what they say. But I returned to California, where I grew up, after seven years of being away. My roots were there, I figured, even though my parents and grandparents were now gone and I’d lost touch with all my old friends. Besides, my lonely new house was about to become a home. I was getting a dog. I straightened the family photographs on the end table while I waited for the shelter volunteer to drop the dog off for a trial run. My father and grandmother smiled out at me from the frames. [More]

The station wagon was stuffed as tightly as the Thanksgiving turkey awaiting us at my parents house on Long Island, New York. Suitcases. Toys. Snacks. Road maps. CD player. A crib strapped to the roof. And four children, three of them under six years old. Everyone was anxious to see Grandma and Grandpa, especially me. My husband had left us just the week before. When the kids and I pulled out of the driveway of our home in western Massachusetts, I didn’t look back. Things were different now. We were restarting our lives. I didn’t know quite how, though. Taking [More]

Several years ago, our family rented a house that had a basement apartment under ours. The young couple who lived below us were quiet and unobtrusive. Their dog, however, was not. Cody was a typical black lab; a big, tail thumping extrovert. He loved to greet us by planting his huge paws on our chest. Our dog Tasha, an English Setter mix, was a kindred spirit. Because she shared the yard with Cody, they soon became fast friends. Read More A Final Offering to a Furry Friend – Guideposts.

Among my many blessings I count long-lasting friendships—two women especially, who are like angels in my life. On an October day in France, I was with them both in a wonderful way, something I could have never anticipated. Mireille has been my French pen pal since high school, 60 years ago. In 1989 I visited her in the seaside resort of Croix de Vie. “Would you like to see our lovely church of St. Croix?” she asked as we wandered through the village. It had been a long time since I’d gone into a church for something other than a [More]

The phone was ringing inside, but I couldn’t put my hands on my front door keys—not in the dark with an armload of Christmas presents. I dropped the shopping bags and fished around in my purse. Finally. I unlocked the door and grabbed the phone. It was my mama wondering if she could still expect me for dinner. “You sound stressed,” she said. I never could hide anything from Mama. I was worn out. Six mornings a week I did the Jennifer Show, a live variety show in Branson, Missouri. Every performance meant two hours of singing and dancing. The [More]

One brochure was all it took for my wife, Judy, and me to fall in love with Hawaii. Maui at Christmastime! We were there with our two kids on our dream vacation. Waves crashed right outside our hotel room. The ocean called to me on the balcony. The sky was cloudless, a brilliant blue. This really was paradise. “Don’t even unpack,” I said to the family. “Let’s hit the beach before the sun goes down.” Judy grabbed some towels, and we were off. I led the way to an ancient lava rock wall that had formed on the beach. “Follow [More]

I couldn’t believe my eyes: “Mom, is that really me?” In the mirror stood a happy young woman in the most beautiful wedding dress I’d ever seen. “The one and only,” Mom said. “This is your big day.” Right at this very moment, friends and family were taking their seats in the lovely church my fiancé and I had chosen. Dad waited to escort me up the aisle. I’d tied white satin bows on the pews, and arranged white and lavender flowers by the altar. Lavender, to match the bridesmaids dresses. It all seemed like a dream, especially because this [More]

Temperatures dropped, but no matter. Our house was warm as toast. I put finishing touches on the holiday decorations. Jackson, our Yorkshire terrier, watched me hang my stocking, then Bill’s. He cocked his head. “Do you think I’d forget you on Christmas Eve?” I pulled out the plaid stocking with “Jackson” embroidered at the top and hung it next to ours. Jackson wagged his tail. He might not have been able to read his name, but after 15 years he knew his stocking. I snaked some garland into the hallway. A pile of Christmas cards lay on the side table [More]

With every nerve in my body tensed, I hurried down the dark streets of San Francisco’s Mission District. Frightening even in the daytime, the neighborhood took on a sinister life of its own in the early morning hours. Only an emergency would have gotten me into those filthy alleyways at 2 a.m., and that was exactly why I was there that night in 1956. Clutched in my hand was my third-grade report card. It had to be signed for school the next day; “No excuses,” my teacher had warned. So I had to find my mother. Read More An Unlikely [More]

Baseball is a tradition in my family. Some of my best memories growing up were the days my dad took my brother and me on the 90-minute drive to San Francisco to see the San Francisco Giants play at Candlestick Park. We saw a lot of baseball history being made, like when Willie Mays and the Giants won the National League pennant in 1962. When I had my first child, Zach, Paw—as Zach called him—had another youngster to school in all things baseball. Unfortunately, by the time Zach was old enough to go to games Paw could no longer go. [More]

Sports have been part of my life ever since I was a little girl in Gloversville, New York. I was in the pool at the Y every chance I got. I begged my parents for a bike like the big kids, but I was five and had to start with training wheels. It was a great day when Daddy took those wheels off. “Here you go,” he said. He gave me a big push on my back. His hands were gentle, but strong. I knew he believed I could do it. There I was, holding on, holding on, wobbling on [More]

What made me ask my wife about angels that Saturday morning, I couldn’t say. Anne and I were just finishing up our breakfast in the kitchen. “Honey, I have a question for you,” I said, looking her in the eye. “Do you believe in guardian angels?” Anne seemed puzzled for a moment, then regained her composure. “I believe in myself!” she announced. Between the two of us, Anne was the practical one. She had a good sense of her own abilities, and there was very little she couldn’t handle. I, on the other hand, had always relied on higher powers [More]

My girlfriend, Dawn, and I stayed out late into the night not long after New Year’s Day 1996. It was snowing heavily when we got into my car, and we decided to go only as far as my mother’s house, about 10 miles away. I drove slowly, the headlights of my compact boring white tunnels in the swirling flakes. Around 1:30 a.m., about a half hour after setting out, we turned onto Mom’s road in a rural area near the northern Minnesota town of Walker. There were only a couple of dwellings on the two-mile stretch leading to her house, [More]