The Root or the Fruit? Written By Stephen

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    In 1998, two weeks before Christmas, a faulty clock radio cord caused an electrical fire in the bedroom of our 16-year-old daughter, Jamie.  Fortunately, Floyd and I were both home when our smoke detector sounded, and so was our son.  But our daughters were both at school. Toby had been living on his own, and Jamie’s dad gave her permission to move into his empty room, so she had been…

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    Serving in the United States Air Force, we did some traveling.  We were stationed in Greece when Floyd (my husband) received a letter from Obe (pronounced OH-bee) Hokanson, a missionary friend of ours who was serving the Lord at Aviano Air Base in Italy.  He wrote, “I’m arranging a sight-seeing trip to Israel.  Come and go with us.”  The trip was for two weeks. He didn’t have to invite twice. …

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    I have a balance disorder that I’ve lived with my entire life.  Because of it, I didn’t learn to walk until I was three.  It took me longer to learn how to ride a bicycle and I never mastered roller skating.  I easily lost my balance and fell, even as an adult.  Since poor equilibrium kept me from walking a straight line, I couldn’t march in military basic training.  Over…

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  • A Near Miss

    In August, 1989, Floyd worked for GE Aircraft Engines, and they were relocating our family from Cincinnati, Ohio to Valdosta, Georgia.  It was a straight shot down Interstate 75.  A moving truck packed us up, so all we had to transport were our two vehicles, three kids, and ourselves.  That sounded easy enough. We loaded up and hit the road.  I followed Floyd down 75, through downtown Cincinnati and into…