Like you, I am sitting here in my little unit. We are all being told, don’t go out unless it is necessary, don’t visit with people, keep your distance, and the list goes on. It has the potential to be quite demoralising. If God is so good, well, then why is this happening? Read On.
My butcher sells cooked meat. Some of it is delicious, and I frequently avail myself of this. They do it is so much better than I can. But what was that today? Read on.
Lots of time on the internet and the phone, ensuring that all the right connections of Public Transport were available, ought to have ensured that the appointment could be kept on time. I thought so too. However, wait till you read what really happened. Read on.
“Your baby has a heart condition with which she cannot live for more than 24 hours. I could operate on her. I have done four of such operations, three babies died during the operations and one died a few hours after the operation. What would you like me to do?” Hearing the specialist say that, what would you do? Read on.
After a lengthy period without work, I landed the plum job. No, it didn’t make me rich, but it enabled me to use my brain in very interesting work. It was a real joy to go to work. Imagine, in that situation, to come to a point where you’re told that there isn’t any more work. Read on.
All this happened on Sunday night, 9th August 1987. Like most Sundays, I attended the evening service at Church. Around 9:30 that evening I got into my car and drove home. I had to go along Hoddle Street, and I am still amazed at what Father God did for me there. Read on.
Returning home meant having to dispose of quite a lot of goods of all kinds. Besides furniture and kitchen goods, there was also all my teaching materials. It all transpired in a way I could not have imagined. Read on.