Miracles Grow

Hello again, friends.

You know, as I look over Tuesday's post, no matter how many times I edit it (4 or 5 by now), it still looks like I'm bragging about how great I am. I'm debating about taking it down. The reason I put it in is that I'm applying for an academic program that wanted me to give an example of critical thinking skills and grace under pressure, so this story was fresh in my mind.

I'll tell this story very differently on an application essay, pointing out how I thought to make all the calls to the East Coast agencies first, and continued to finesse people for answers when they were reluctant to give me information.

If you look at the story, though, I may have done some things right, but...HELLO! God did the miracle of saving Brenda and her aunt. God used me as his agent to set some activities going, but we will never know what combination of things finally spurred Immigration officers to take Brenda and her aunt off the plane when 90 minutes before, the higher official had said it was impossible to help them.

If you are even still reading, you now know you're not going to get a happy little formula devotional every day.

I'm going to tell you what I'm working on, and what is real. Did the last post sound real to you? It was based on one of the most desperate 24-hour periods of my life. It's murder making that come to life.

I was worried it seemed too long. But it is such a long story. A week crammed into 24 hours. I trimmed and trimmed it. Tell me what you think.

I'm working now on another project about managing your personal crisis. Does anyone want to hear about THAT? I'll put excerpts on the sidebar.

I'd like to address topics that are relevant to other people; this is not my ego-trip. Or at least it's not my intention. If it starts looking like the place is turning into an ego-trip, please bring me back to earth.

God is the Rock who has given me a foundation through all my trials and triumphs. He gets the credit for what HE did. I'll try to stay out of the way.