Of Good Report

Screeeech. The familiar sound of an unexpected road incident.

I had had a problem with anger and being explosive in my responses for quite some time. Although I prayed about it from time to time, it crept into about everything I did.

Dashing off in the rain, car full, traffic heavy, I sigh behind the wheel, calming thought I consider how much there is to do … The thought creeps in, “Turn back home?” But Love has a gift for me today—        and who am I to say, “No, thanks”? So as the car begins to accelerate toward jail, my thought begins to accelerate toward joy. “Father-Mother, show me Your man,        starting right here.

When a bridge is closed, this writer traces "the footsteps of Truth" to get to Wednesday testimony meeting.

How often have you wanted a relative or friend to embrace some of the healing truths that are so helpful to you because your wish is for them to share the great goodness that you know is available to all? Yet for one reason or another they do not feel it is either necessary or helpful. When I became engaged, I was quite concerned to realize that my husband-to-be and I might attend different churches.

She just couldn’t be a slave anymore. What she’d learned about how good God is, and that He and His goodness are everywhere, and that she was loved by Spirit in every way, didn’t jibe with her enslavement to the fraudulent contract that had enticed her to leave her family and home in the Philippines with promises of good pay, pleasant accommodations, and a round-trip ticket home every two years.