A woman I’d never met went looking for the man who mentored a boy twenty years ago. She found him — and found her way back to church along the way. Part two of a story about unknowing influence.
A stranger’s Facebook message about the wrong Mike Davis made me realize you never know which moment in your life someone else is still holding onto.
I used to think answered prayer would announce itself — clear, unmistakable, dramatic. Looking back, I nearly missed the biggest answer of my life because it never came as a bolt of lightning. It came as a chain — one quiet answer setting off ten more.
There’s a version of me that used to fill every quiet moment with noise. TV after work, out most weekends, always needing to be doing something. This is the story of how God didn’t change my schedule so much as He changed my heart — until the things I used to chase just started losing their shine.
I never told her what she did. Sixteen years later, I still haven’t. She was about ten, and one sentence she said in the car changed the direction of my life — even though she has no idea it did.
You can be thankful and tired at the same time. This post is about faith in hard seasons, healing, family tension, grandchildren, prayer, and the small reminders God sends before we even know we need them.