Proof The Bible Is True

My 13-year-old daughter was known for her enthusiasm. Excitement was Maddi’s nature. But the day she returned from a mission trip to China, she was practically ecstatic. She couldn’t stop talking about the orphaned babies the group had spent time with. “Mom,” she said, “there were so many. I held them. I played with them. I made them laugh and coo.” “That’s nice, honey,” I said. She’ll be a good mother someday, I thought. Until then she had a lot to learn about babies. I certainly had no desire to return to the days of diaper changing, bottle washing and [More]

Over the last years I had prayed many times after visiting my folks, “Dear Lord, I don’t know how this can end well. Mom is in the nursing home and Dad, who has always been there for her, is now failing fast. His memory problems are becoming so much more apparent. You know how fearful Dad is of Alzheimer’s disease. He’s always been a bad patient and now he dreads the possibility of having to be dressed, fed, bathed, and becoming dependent. I’ve seen this many times before with others, I don’t see how this can end well. Help us, [More]

My book Angel Stories is full of encounters with messenger angels, guardian and protecting angels, military angels, singing angels, warring angels, rescue angels, and angels releasing ?re, healing and deliverance. These angelic messengers partner with God to accomplish His will on the earth and in our lives. The angels of heaven are commissioned by God Himself to guard, protect, assist and bless you with all that heaven has planned for you, and the following story proves just that. Here’s a firsthand account from my friend Doug Addison about his experience of an angel disguised as a travel guide in an [More]

Even a place as beautiful as St. Simons Island could feel dreary when I was all alone. My husband was working out of town, and I was left to take care of our 11-month-old son, Edward, by myself. “Why don’t you come with me to Fernandina Beach?” Mom called to ask. “It’s never crowded in November. I’m going to do some early Christmas shopping in the area, and you two can frolic in the ocean.” Why not? Maybe there’d be other kids to play with. But when Mom dropped us off the place was deserted. “Looks like it’s just us,” [More]

There were no signs of life outside the station as I squinted through the rain. I stepped off the bus with my suitcase over my head and made a run for it. Inside the heavy entrance door I found myself all alone in the huge terminal where I had to change buses. Deserted. That’s how I felt no matter where I was these days. I hadn’t always felt that way. Since I was a little girl I’d been certain angels were watching over me every moment. Like the time someone whispered for me to wake up in the middle of [More]

She planned this family campout to get away from it all. But she brought all her anxieties along. By mid-morning the clouds had parted and the sun was pushing out, slurping the excess water into a clammy humidity. As a premier attraction, Land Between the Lakes extended to its visitors an opportunity to view a working farm reminiscent of the 1800s, where young men and women, dressed in Ma and Pa Ingalls hand-me-downs, demonstrate Foxfire-style procedures. Bill had taken the kids to see the animals and left me alone with my bad mood. I tromped through the pasture, feeling guilty. [More]

There must have been at least a hundred people crowded into the waiting room outside a lab at the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. All of them—all of us—cancer patients or worried family members, like my husband, Mike. Everyone was whispering, filling the room with an eerie hiss. I could see the stricken look in the faces around me, how weak and helpless the disease and the chemo had left them. Some people wore surgical masks, their skin pale. Others had lost their hair. I’d never seen so many people with IVs, in wheelchairs… That’s going to be me, [More]

It was early summer. The woman who stood at my front door was attractive, tall, well-dressed and wore a uniform from the local gas company. “I’m here to check your gas furnace,” she said with a smile. “But I didn’t call for repairs,” I said. I had heard stories of scam artists who wormed their way into homes and got residents to pay for unnecessary repairs. “I don’t do repair work,” she clarified. “I’m here to make sure your furnace is safe for the winter. No charge.” Read More  Protected by an Angelic Inspector – Guideposts.

Okinawa. A shiver passed through me when we were told it was there our troop transport was headed. The men in my 713th Tank Flamethrowers Battalion stared at one another. The island was the last stepping stone prior to invading the Japanese mainland. We knew it was going to be bloody. I was a 21-year-old Army private. I had no expectation of coming out alive. We entered Nakagusuku Bay—later called Buckner Bay in honor of our commanding general, Simon Bolivar Buckner, Jr.—late morning in early April 1945. Almost immediately the Japanese opened fire. I was below deck with the rest [More]

Mr. Responsible. That’s me. My friends liked to joke about it, but I took things seriously. That’s why I was the one driving my three friends back to school after play practice. The day was drizzly, so I was extra careful on I-35. I kept my eyes on the road, except for a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “Lauren!” I said. “Put on your seat belt!” Lauren was sprawled sideways across the backseat with her foot on Matt’s knee. “We’re almost to the school, Marcus,” she said. “I want to keep my ankle elevated. I think I might have [More]

Twenty-plus hours on a plane would make anyone fidgety, but this was the most important trip of my life. My husband, Doug, and I were on our way to China to meet our new daughter and take her home to Kansas. I pulled a handful of photos out of my purse. I had already given her a name: Hannah. She was two years old—older than many adoptees because Chinese authorities considered Doug and me too young to take an infant out of the country. To increase our chances for success—full adoption—we were open to caring for special needs. We just [More]

I sat on the porch remembering how my son Lee used to hold my hand on walks, snuggle with me while we read books together, and even exchange secret winks in the hallway when I was a substitute teacher at his school. Tomorrow would be the anniversary of his sudden death, at nine years old. My husband and I saved keepsakes from Lee around the house to keep him close, but at times like these mementos were nothing compared to feeling like he was really here with me. God, I need to know my bond with Lee is still strong [More]

Dad and I were walking through the grounds of his gated senior community when he staggered. “Are you okay?” I asked. Dad just stayed quiet—something was wrong. No one else was in sight. I have to get Dad back to his house, I thought. But I didn’t have the strength to keep him steady. Read More  The Angel Who Wagged His Tail – Guideposts.

Going for a bike ride! See you later!” I called to my mother as I bounded through the kitchen to the back door.“Mmm,” Mom said from the couch, her fingers tangled in crocheting yarn, eyes fixed on Alex Trebek. Dad didn’t respond. He was engrossed in his music reference book. Just like every night. My life is so boring, I thought, letting the screen door slam behind me.Everything was always the same. School, homework, bed, repeat. An endless loop through all of my 13 years. Mom and Dad always did and said the exact same things. So boring. A bike [More]

Moving from urban New Jersey to the Pennsylvania woods was a dream come true for me. The land around my house was a campground in the summer. My nearest neighbor was miles away, and there was no phone service to my house. Didn’t bother me a bit. Back in New Jersey I’d worked as a rehab nurse. I saw people all the time. Some predicted I would soon tire of my new solitary life, but I hadn’t so far and didn’t expect I ever would. All my life I’ve felt connected to nature, and I could never feel lonely with [More]

The trip started out as hundreds of others did. Lorie Torbeck of Appleton, Wisconsin, helped by her teenage daughter, Eryn, buckled the seven children who attended Lorie’s home day care into their seats in her big Chevy Suburban to go to the high school. “Eryn was a cheerleader, and it was yearbook picture day for the team,” Lorie later recalled. “The kids and I had made this quick trip dozens of times.” Now, as they were driving along a narrow stretch of highway, a white panel truck came toward them. Lorie moved onto the shoulder to give the truck ample room [More]

Aunt Kathy and Uncle Ray waved at my cousin and me as we went up on the ski lift. I was excited to hit the slopes without anyone holding my hand—at ten years old, I was ready to be responsible for myself and seven-year-old Noah. Besides, the bunny slope at Snow Summit was a piece of cake. I looked around as we climbed. Strange, I thought. Did the lift always take this long? Why were so few skiers on it? Finally we reached the top. There was no lift attendant. Only the sign: Black Diamond Run. We’d taken the wrong [More]

Two days into our family trip to the West Coast I was beginning to think I’d made a mistake in coming.My nephew and his wife, my two sisters and my husband had all flown 2,000 miles from Batesville, Indiana, to Las Vegas to see some of the area’s famous natural landmarks, particularly Death Valley in the Mojave Desert. Everything was exotic and beautiful—but dangerous too.“It will be an adventure!” my nephew Jim had said when he originally called and asked me along for the trip. “You’ve never been to the West Coast, Aunt Lois. And this could be your last [More]

Last thing I remembered was driving home with my mother. Now I was surrounded by twisted metal and broken glass. We’ve had an accident, I thought. I must have passed out. I tried to get up. Pain shot through my body. Read More  Angelic Presence in a Field of Dreams – Guideposts.

As far back as kindergarten, the other kids saw I was clumsy and got really distracted sometimes. They didn’t want to be friends, so God and I got extra close.One night in my room, when I was five years old, he even spoke to me. “Kyle,” he said, “this is God. You’re going to have a baby sister.” Sure enough, a few days later, Mom found out she was pregnant.My new sister, Libby, never shied away from me or laughed when I fell down. I wished the other kids could see me the way she did. God, I wondered, what [More]

All morning the weather forced my two-and-a-half-year-old, Daniel, to play inside. His nonstop chatter was giving me a headache. Maybe we need to get out of the house, I thought. “How about a trip to the grocery store so we can make cookies?” Daniel smiled. In the store I maneuvered the cart through the crowded aisles—trying my best to keep Daniel from grabbing cans and boxes of items we didn’t need—and then trudged up to the checkout. Amazingly, register number 12 had no line at all. I dashed over. Read More  Express Checkout – Guideposts.

It had been a long winter—one fraught with icy winds and too many health and financial problems. So when the sun peeked from behind the clouds I decided to take a walk before heading to the middle school for my tutoring job.The sky was so bright I’d stopped to trade my regular lenses for my sunglasses from the car. Sunlight swallowed me up and I lost track of time. I checked my watch. I’ll have to hurry!I rushed inside, gathered my things and jumped in the car. I was almost at school when I reached into my purse for my [More]

The kids loved the playground. My seven-year-old and five-year-old took turns careening down the twisty slide, my three-year-old tottered across the wobble bridge, and my one-year-old giggled as I pushed her in the bucket swing.Normally keeping an eye on four kids was tough, but we were the only ones at the Salina, Kansas, city park on such a dreary winter day.A cold drop landed on my head. Soon it was drizzling. “Okay kids, time to go!” I ushered them to our aging Volkswagen bus, unlocked it and opened the sliding door. The door slipped its track. It fell off and [More]

When my husband of 12 years walked out on me and our two young children, I didn’t know how we would survive. I made little at my cleaning and haircutting jobs, and we couldn’t afford to stay in our home. We packed up and drove to Idaho, where relatives helped us find a small house for rent.Then the holidays arrived. The kids approached me with puppydog eyes. “Mom, can we go to the mall? Santa’s there!” Sure, why not, I figured. They made out their Christmas lists. A trendy doll for Katiebeth. A big Lego set for Keith. New clothes [More]

Wrapped presents, homemade knit stockings, fresh-baked goods—I ran through a mental checklist of all the things I needed to bring to my son’s for Christmas Eve. Despite my recently acquired walking cane, I’d wheeled everything from my apartment to the car in a shopping cart.Just because I lived in a retirement community didn’t mean I needed help getting ready for Christmas. I slammed shut the trunk. Ready to hit the road!Moving to the retirement community had been a big change, although not as big as when I left Germany for America after World War II. I no longer had space [More]

Ranching wasn’t for little kids. Luckily, I wasn’t a kid. I was 19, ready to handle any challenge that came my way. At least that’s what I thought two weeks before I arrived to spend the summer working on my Uncle Charlie’s ranch in southwest Idaho. Now, as the sun set over miles of open country, I wasn’t so sure.“C’mon, Okie,” I whispered to the horse I was riding through a maze of rim-rocked buttes and lonely valleys. Up ahead, Uncle Charlie sat ramrod straight on his own horse. At times like this he ignored everything I said. When I [More]

“Sometimes God wants to use us as His “angels”. Admin Every seat on the airplane was filled. When I got to the number on my own ticket, I groaned. A middle seat from Tel Aviv to Amsterdam? I’d asked God to find the best seat for me. There was no way this was it. After ten days touring Israel on an injured knee. I’d hoped I’d be able to stretch my leg into the aisle. Instead I’d be squeezed between two passengers, one of whom would probably need to crawl over me at some point. In the window seat sat [More]