Stories for the Heart
At the Counter
(Tapestry Magazine, Paula Kirk- Editor)
This had been a miserable Easter vacation. As I walked through the airport my heart was heavy at the devastation in my daughter's life. Her husband of one year had left her and she was immobilized by shock and sorrow. Because she is an air traffic controller, she was now terribly worried about her ability to stay focused.
And about the time we are ready to give up, along comes the Master, who leans over and whisper:
Now keep going, don't quit. Keep on.. don't stop; don't quit, as He improvises on our behalf, providing just the right touch at just the right moment.
From Growing Strong in the Seasons of Life
The Passerby Page 3
But the compelling story was the harsh reality of talent ignored for people like him of that generation. "It won't put bread on the table," his father told him. "If you sit around drawing like that you'll ever amount to anything.
The Millionaire and the Scrublady
William E Barton
There was a certain Millionaire, who haht his Offices on the Second Floor of the First National Bank Buildinng. And when he goeth up to his Office he rideth in the Elevator, but when he goeth down, the he walketh.