Tag: story

  • Receiving Someone Else’s Story

    Receiving Someone Else’s Story

    Sharing our story provides us with a certain distance which allows us to observe ourselves and our walk of life. And as we do, we see the Way Maker at work in our lives, paving the way from Once Upon a Time to Kingdom Come.

  • The Story within the Story – Searching for a Stranger

    The Story within the Story – Searching for a Stranger

    I was off to spend a couple of hours of free time with my friend, who was a Cuban pastor. Thomas walked with us to the nail salon, before taking off to roam the streets of Santiago de Cuba looking for photo opportunities. My husband has an outstanding ability to get in touch with people…

  • Letters from Heroes – The Messages in my Inbox

    Letters from Heroes – The Messages in my Inbox

    These last weeks I have shared openly about hospitals and surgery, fears and frustration, life and laughter. We are doing fine, by the way! Thank you for the major outpouring of love and encouragement, it’s been overwhelming. I always make it a point to share honestly about where we are at in life at any…

  • Why is it Important to Share a Testimony?

    Why is it Important to Share a Testimony?

    It’s been 4 years since Adrian was healed and several million people have heard our testimony. It’s a good opportunity to remind everybody of what a close friend said: “If this can happen to Adrian, it can happen to our son, too. I know you, and there’s nothing special about you guys!” I love that she…

  • The Story that’s Writing Itself

    The Story that’s Writing Itself

    “Wait!” she said as she ran towards us. She told us how God had put a spot light on our son during the meeting and prompted her to pray for him. I hesitated, I didn’t know her and I did not want to expose Adrian to strangers who would approach him for different reasons. She…

  • The Testimony Of Our Scars

    The Testimony Of Our Scars

    I studied his torso. ”Your scars make me think of all you’ve been through.” I commented. “I’m grateful.” My teenage son was already on his way out, but turned around and fixed his eyes on mine. “I know. Without them I don’t think I would have remembered.” He has been through so much. The 40 scars on his upper body tell their own story of…