A Helping Hand

I was teaching my Sunday school lesson yesterday, speaking on God’s miraculous grace.  It is not uncommon for me to remember an event that relates to a given subject while I am teaching.  This is the memory that came to me while I was teaching.

When I was going through chemotherapy, I was in a weakened state.  It was in January, I believe, and the left front tire of Terrie’s car was low and needed air.  If it had gone flat, I would not have been able to exchange the tire on the side of the highway.  She would have been unable to change it.  So, picking the lesser of two hard positions, we went to the corner gas station to add air. Continue reading

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Dare To Dream

There is a billboard on the interstate near downtown Oklahoma City that reads “Dare To Dream”.  Since I’m driving 60 miles an hour, that’s about all I can read.  It may have something to do with a home mortgage or something like that, but I’m not sure.

I have been thinking about those three words for a couple of days now and wondered if I dare to dream or has life killed that desire. Continue reading