Dear Friends, Have you ever been overwhelmed by memories of bad experiences? Recently, a young man came to me seeking help for moving on from the horrors of his childhood. He is like many of us who have been traumatized in our youth. But do the things that happen to us define who we are? Is there no providence to be found when our lives are examined from God’s perspective? Or is God still present, even if we have to wait and see what He develops?
Below is the story I told this young man. I hope it helps you to consider your own past, and place emphasis on the opportunity rather than the offense. See you on the next page!—David Telbat [See note below about exclusive gift for subscribers!]
One Arm for Two
by D.I. Telbat
Peggy Jackson gazed with concern at their one-armed little boy who lay in his new bed. She and her husband already had four special needs children, and one-armed Alvin was going to be one of their most troubling cases, she imagined. The poor boy’s stub was still bandaged from where it had been amputated two months earlier.
“We’ll need to pray a lot for this one,” Peggy said.