These stories are used with permission from Signs Publishing Company. More of these stories can be found in these collections: Ordinary People—Extraordinary God, Ordinary People—Faithful God, and Ordinary People—Generous God


Transformation

The tears rolled down my face as I watched them. The more I wiped them away, the greater the flow.

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A star in her crown

The dear old hymn "Will there be any stars in my crown?" was the primary reason I decided, as a child, never to let go of Jesus. I heard it sung by my mother every day as she went about her heavy load of household chores.

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From death to life

The year would have been about 1982. I was 600 kilometres west of Brisbane, driving to appointments, listing farms and country businesses in a real estate catalogue.

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The night is long

"Doctor, the wound is still oozing. You have to do something," was the gentle reminder from the Papua New Guinean nurse in charge of the surgical ward at Sopas Adventist Hospital.

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God-style project management

My husband and I don't make many plans. We have an encouraging saying between us: "What happens, happens." Maybe it comes from being in Africa for a while, but this attitude is also a part of our faith that we share in our family unit of two.

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Where are the missionaries?

I sit on my bed, reading. Next to the bed is a bedside table.

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Reaping what we sew

"These sewing machines have been sitting under our house for more than a year, Honey. When will I ever find time to look at them?" I felt sorry for my busy husband.

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To be, or not to be . . . an elder

When approached by our pastor to become an elder at my church, I was taken aback. "I can't be an elder," was my first thought.

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The cheque in the mail

The first couple years of marriage aren't always easy. Add a new baby, maternity leave and a small income and things become strained.

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Down by the riverside

I admire the homes that have mushroomed along the riverfront, and remember. This is where we as forgotten and unwanted South Sea islanders once lived.

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