by Fuel for Faith | Fuel For Faith
Seated toward the back of a spacious waiting room in Mayo Clinic, Shelley and I looked up simultaneously as a blurred figure buzzed by our chairs. A middle-aged woman steered her motorized wheelchair at top speed in a perfect arc around the outskirts of clustered...
by Fuel for Faith | Fuel For Faith
The room was chilled, but Jay* was not. Singing a soft tune, his caregiver wiped his feverish brow and helped him pull the blanket aside from his bony frame. When he opened his eyes and saw us standing near his bed, the grimace of pain etched on his face faded into a...
by Fuel for Faith | Fuel For Faith
Shelley and I recently spent several weeks in Minnesota for her scheduled return to Mayo Clinic. Long hours at the clinic left her exhausted, so we didn’t venture out much for extracurricular activities. The highlights of our trip were the divine appointments God set...
by Fuel for Faith | Fuel For Faith
Our SUV was packed to the brim—all the comforts of home were tucked in tightly to make our three-week stay in a hotel a bit more pleasant. The first thing we loaded were two boxes of Shelley’s latest book, Spotless, to give away during this trip. Pulling out of the...
by Fuel for Faith | Fuel For Faith
It was another busy day in 3ABN’s pastoral department. So many hurting souls! As I disconnected from one call, another immediately rang on my extension. Answering, I said, “Pastoral, may I help you?” “Yes, I hope so. My name is Joan* and I’m so very tired. I have...
