The debate was still unresolved. From the time we first started dating, Chip said he was called to be a missionary to Brazil, but I insisted I was called to Africa (though I had no idea what country). What to do? A married couple certainly cannot serve on two different Read more…
Normally when one thinks of angels, they don’t think of West Virginia! Nevertheless, my husband, Chip, and I often do. We had just spent an adventurous night in Chip’s parents’ house, on our way from our childhood home of Rockville, MD, to the Midwest and college. The plan was that Read more…
We had only been married a few days and had just returned from several days’ honeymoon at the deserted beach, which was not yet open for tourist season. We had plans to spend the night in my in-laws’ home, on our way to the Midwest, where we planned to resume Read more…
There she stood at the front of the sanctuary in front of all those pairs of eyes, glad that no one could see the literal knocking of her knees together under her long gown (up to today, she had not realized that knees really could literally knock together in fright). Read more…
There it was again…that incessant tapping on her shoulder. This was becoming an annoying habit. She was intensely interested in her new lab partner and would normally love chatting with him, but in the middle of chemistry class? “Gimme a break,” she thought. “You’re going to get us both in Read more…
The summer had passed much too quickly. Here she sat in chemistry class, wishing she were elsewhere…anywhere but here! The shy girl loved the natural sciences and excelled in that subject area, but she suspected chemistry might prove different. It smacked too much of math, a subject she was not Read more…
The dreaded evening came and with much inner quaking, the shy girl entered The Room, behind her friend. She timidly looked to her left, where several guys were already seated and almost gasped. There he sat, in the back, looking mildly interested in the hum of voices around him but Read more…
“Pleeeeeease!”, her dark-haired friend’s eyes pleaded as pitifully as her words. “But I don’t want to be a boy scout, and I’m not interested in pursuing law and order” the young girl replied to her friend. She could feel her resolve slipping and she felt the need to steel herself Read more…
Sitting with the choir one Sunday (the family dutifully went to church every Sunday), she sat politely listening to the missionary guest speaker. In all the years attending church in that denomination, she never recalled ever having met a missionary or hearing one speak. So, this was novel. He had Read more…
“Why don’t you go outside and play with your friends?” The young girl cringed inside every time her mother asked her that question. How could she admit that she didn’t have any real friends? What would her mother think of her if she admitted that she would really rather stay Read more…