During one of our seasons of living in Lima
on furlough, Danny, who was around age five, was taking swim lessons that a
friend arranged. She picked him up and brought him back most of the time, but
once was unable to, so I went to get him. Danny excitedly wanted to
introduce me to his swim instructor and took me around to the backyard swimming
pool. He cheerfully announced, “This is my mom—she walks funny but she’s
nice!” I’ve often thought that might have been a good book title!
On another note, in 1985—in the intense heat and humidity of a Paraguayan summer, following a period of
discouragement from the many demands on my limited strength and mobility, I
went to prayer and felt the Lord say:
“My child, rest in the Lord—I am
your faith, I am all that you need. The enemy would rob you of my blessings by
bringing discouragement. Resist him; praise me even in these difficult times
for you. I know what I am doing. Someday you’ll understand. There are hosts in the
heavenlies watching, observing you, and many here are viewing your life. You
are a testimony to my work in you—and many are strengthened by your life.”
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