by Debbie W. Wilson | Apr 23, 2012 | Disappointment, Pain
Larry and I were newlyweds when we met Patti and her husband over dinner. Her alert dark eyes struck a sharp contrast next to her mellow husband’s pale features. Her questions seemed genuine, not prying. In a matter of moments I felt connected to her. About ten years... by Debbie W. Wilson | Mar 5, 2012 | Disappointment, Hope, Life Experiences
Peter and his companions fished all night and caught nothing. No sleep, aching backs, and slimy green nets provided no clue that this fishing fiasco was about to launch Peter into something beyond his most cherished dreams. While Peter scrubbed his nets Jesus taught... by Debbie W. Wilson | Jun 20, 2011 | Disappointment, Forgiveness, Life Experiences
“Oh Mama, she’ll be fine. She’s almost 15” I rolled my eighteen year old eyes. Mama stared ahead and said nothing. Her face revealed no emotion as she seemed to mentally accept her helpless state. Propped up in a hospital bed in a cramped room, her body lay quiet... by Debbie W. Wilson | Apr 11, 2011 | Direction, Disappointment, Life Experiences, Personal Growth
How do you view setbacks or bad news? A friend let me know that the project we were working on just received some disappointing news. An inspector recommended that the building we had hoped to remodel for some ministry offices needed to be condemned. Postponed hope... by Debbie W. Wilson | Dec 20, 2010 | Christmas, Contentment, Disappointment, Perspective
If you were pregnant with the King’s child, what provisions might you expect the King to supply for His only Son’s birth? When Larry and I began our family, we were living in Orange County, California, the most expensive housing market in the US at the time. It was... by Debbie W. Wilson | Nov 15, 2010 | Disappointment, Eternal Perspective, Faith, Healing, Hope, Pain, Perspective, Prayer
And the peace of God which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:7 Steve Saint’s father Nate was martyred by the Wadani Indians in Ecuador when Steve was only five. At 35, while visiting a remote part of...
