“thank you Father.”
Bounding up three steps at a time I
literally ran to Mrs. Beckman’s room.
I knocked on her door and with tears
I held it up in the air before
approaching her bed.
She nodded. “Red” and then kissed
the object of desire I'd handed her.
“I told you I’d figure it out…but it was
God who ultimately told me what it
“I’m driving back to the nursing
home.”
I’m going to drive you; I think you’re
too excited to concentrate properly.”
The car barely came to a stop before
I leaped out and ran for the front
doors of the building.
“Jessica? What are you doing back...”
“Eddy, I need to get into the storage
area.”
The maintenance man nodded, “Sure
thing…let’s go.”
I went to the storage bin that
belonged to Mrs. Beckman, “Thanks
Eddy, I’ll take it from here.”
was you so desired. Praise His loving
and Holy Name.”
She smiled at me as she caressed her
worn but beloved red Bible…
*A true story but one name has
been changed.
Reproduced with permission from CD Swanson.
Story first published and seen on Faithwriters at:
http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level4-
previous.php?id=47873
C D Swanson has written twenty Christian books. In
addition to her books, she contributes to various
magazines that reach a worldwide audience, is a
member of Christian Faithwriters, a featured author
for Knitted Together By God, and operates her own
devotional ministry website.
Should you like to check out CD Swanson and her
work you may do so at her website.
http://www.cdswanson.com
www.faithwriters.com
www.knittedtogetherbygod.com.
I went through each and every box
methodically. There must have been
over twenty-five in total. As it turned
out it was the very last one in which I
found the treasure. I looked up to
God and smiled before mouthing,
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