© Copyright 2007 by Tammie Jackson

Brandon sat on the steps outside his beige, country style house, hot tears running down his cheeks as he fought the anger that was rising inside of him. Why did God take his mom away? Why did He make her sick and take her away? She was a great mom. Everyday when he got home from school she was there with a snack ready for him. She would eat with him, then sit on the couch and hold him and talk about how his day had gone and how her day had gone. Then she would help him with his homework and made other homework for him to do. He was real smart, and his school didn’t have enough harder work for kids who were real smart like he was. She said she didn’t want his potential to be lost. It made him feel important when she did that. She had to go to work real early in the morning and took a short lunch break to eat, and she ate fast, so she could get off work early enough to be home before Brandon. On Saturdays she prepared art projects, crafts, and science projects that Brandon could make and entered them into contests and fairs. He had a whole bunch of ribbons, awards and plaques from the contests he entered. Sometimes he even got money! Mom took that and saved it. She said it was for college, and it all made him feel very special. Yes, she was the best mom!

She started to get sick. At first, she told Brandon she just had a bad cold. It lasted for a long time though, because she couldn’t go to a doctor. She didn’t have insurance to pay for a doctor. Her work could give her insurance but she had to pay for it, and she couldn’t afford it. She needed her money to take care of Brandon.

“Maybe if I wasn’t so smart Mom could have money for insurance and could see a doctor who could make her better.” Brandon thought.

“Why didn’t you make me stupid, God?” Brandon prayed. Brandon thought, “Maybe God doesn’t really love me since He made me so smart that it made my mom too poor to have a good doctor who could make her better. Maybe there is no God. Maybe my Sunday school teacher was wrong.”

Eventually his mom got even more sick, and when he got home from school he had to get his own snack. Mom lays in bed and Brandon sits with her and reads her books she bought for him. She said she wasn’t going to let her illness keep her from nurturing his potential. She tries real hard to listen to him read and help him read better and bigger words. But her illness makes her tired, and she always falls asleep. When she does, Brandon kisses her pale and clammy cheek, gives her an Eskimo kiss or a butterfly kiss and whispers, “I love you Mommy,” in her ear. He doesn’t know if she can hear him but he says it just in case.

His mom got some kind of insurance for really sick people, so a babysitter and a nurse came to help take care of him and his mom. Even though she has insurance now, the doctor said she has been sick for too long and that she is still going to die because there is no medicine good enough to help her now. Brandon decided he didn’t like the nurse very much. She won’t let him sit on the bed to read anymore. She makes him sit on a chair and told him he can only read for 10 minutes. The babysitter cooks good food and makes sure he does his homework. She isn’t Mom though. She tells him to watch television after his homework is done. It is like she doesn’t think he is very smart and shouldn’t learn more things. He missed the art and science projects.



Caleb sat on the futon in his Florida room hypnotized by the rain, watching the lightning quickly strike across the gray sky and listening to the rolling thunder, as if the sky was howling in response to the whip of the lightning. The tension of the weather reminded him of his life, especially his marriage. That morning, when he stumbled into the house after a night of partying, he found a note from Rachel on their bed. After 13 years of his drug abuse and gambling away their money and possessions, she was leaving him. The eternal patience they both thought she possessed was gone. “How do I fix this?!” he asked himself. “It isn’t something I can control! It just happens.”

He had already consolidated their debt and was paying it off. Rachel had started working full time and transferred the children to a public school, which provided more money for bills. He knew she wanted him to stop gambling and abusing drugs, but he didn’t know how to do it. The sun began to shine again and the raging storm vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Caleb decided he needed to get a drink to relax, so he could think of a way to make Rachel happy. If he could, maybe she would forgive him and come back. He walked out to the garage and zoomed out to the highway on his motorcycle. He won it gambling on horses. The only blessing Rachel saw in it was that he had begun driving it to and from work, so they saved a lot on gas; more money for groceries.

After unsuccessfully attempting to drink his sorrows away, Caleb left the bar and began driving home. As he drove, he remembered the early years of his and Rachel’s relationship. He remembered how many dreams they had and how happy they were. They were going to run a ranch and raise show horses in their third year of marriage. After the ranch made enough money to support them they were both going to quit their jobs and start a family. In the beginning, he used drugs recreationally while gambling in the casinos in Las Vegas when he visited his best friend once or twice a year. Over the years it became a compulsion, and now Rachel and the kids were gone. He hated this helpless feeling. Then, he saw a man on a corner. He knew who the man was and what he did. He stopped before going home. He was going to wait until he got home to use, but the pain was too great. He needed some relief so he could think clearly. His favorite was hallucinogens. They gave him something else to focus on.

Caleb sat on his motorcycle, reclining against the high back, while the drug took effect. He looked up at the sky and saw a bright, full rainbow. Then he heard a strange giggle from behind that startled him. He turned around and looked but saw no one. He figured it was nothing and looked back up at the rainbow. He remembered how as a child he always wanted to go find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. A pot of gold sure could help him now. He could pay off debts. Then Rachel could cut back her hours at work again. Maybe then she would come back, and he would seriously make an effort to change. He would have a reason to. Caleb saw something quickly dash by out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see what it was. He thought he caught a glimpse of a little leprechaun just as it ran around a bend in the road. He knew this drug trip was going to be interesting.

He thought, “That’s weird, I’ve never seen creatures before. Maybe this isn’t a trip.”

Caleb started his motorcycle and drove in the direction he saw the man go. As he drove, he began to feel giddy and laugh. Maybe he will find the end of the rainbow. Miracles have been known to happen, and he believes in the supernatural. The leprechaun man ran in the direction of the rainbow, which looked like it ended just behind the mountain. It shouldn’t take him longer than an hour to get there.

It had been raining and Brandon saw a big, bright rainbow in the sky. He remembered a book his mom gave him once about a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. He thought he sure could use a pot of gold right now. He could buy a better doctor who could make a good medicine that would make his mom better. Then he got an idea! Mom told him all the time that he was smart, and he believed her! He looked at the rainbow again. He thought he could tell where that rainbow ended. He could find it and bring that gold home! Brandon knew he could do it. He just had to! Maybe God would just let his mom die, if He was real, but Brandon sure wouldn’t.



As Caleb wove and wound his motorcycle closer to the mountain, he began to feel his high wane. A slight hint of the sadness of his situation was overtaking him again, and he decided it was time for another hit and pulled his motorcycle to the side of the road. He saw that the road went around a bend and probably one more, which would bring him right on the other side of that mountain. He knew he was close because there was no other traffic on the road. He used his substance again and felt himself lift. Supernatural is how it felt to him.

Caleb heard that strange giggle again and swung his head to the right. As he did so, he felt the mental alteration of the drug take hold and saw a little man quickly run from behind a bush and around the bend of the road. Caleb was sure he heard the giggle before the drug began to effect him.

“I wonder if someone is playing a cruel trick on me,” he thought as he looked around in all directions. There was no one in sight. He started his motorcycle again and drove off around the bend to find the leprechaun man. Caleb would ask the man who put him up to this. “Something here is very strange,” Caleb thought. It just didn’t feel right.



Brandon had started walking up the road behind bushes, so that no one would see him. He looked back toward home and realized he couldn’t see his house anymore. He felt guilty. He knew the babysitter was in the kitchen making dinner and watching her little T.V. He knew she really liked T.V. and would not think about coming to look for him until dinner was ready. Brandon began to think that maybe he should go back. Then he heard music and a car engine getting louder as it got closer to him. He ducked behind a tree just as it approached him. As he hid, he listened to the car drive past and the teenage girls riding inside laughing and singing along with the radio, he looked at the rainbow again. He remembered how warm he felt when his mother kissed and hugged him and told him how much she loved him. His eyes began to burn with tears again and he told himself, “No. Don‘t cry. Mom needs me to be strong and brave right now.” After the car was gone, eight year old Brandon began to be strong and brave like a soldier as he continued to make his way toward the rainbow again.

Brandon felt like he had been walking all day and was getting tired. He walked around a bend in the road and saw a pretty, green field with a rock just his size. Feeling relieved, he ran to the rock and sat down to rest. His feet were hurting and he heard a loud, hungry growl coming from his stomach. He turned around on the rock to see what was around him.

“Maybe there is an apple or orange tree here,” Brandon thought.

When he turned, he noticed a hill covered with green grass and wildflowers and what looked like the rainbow’s end behind it. Brandon knew he was getting close to the rainbow, but he hadn’t realized he was that close! The hill was big enough that Brandon couldn’t actually see the end of the rainbow but the hill was still small enough that he knew he could walk over it. Brandon got so excited he forgot about his aching feet and hungry tummy. He leapt from the rock and ran toward the hill as fast as he could.



Caleb did not see the little man as he drove around the second bend in the road. He felt even more confused. He came upon a big, open field of bright, green grass.

“So where could he have gone?” Caleb wondered.

He pulled his motorcycle over to investigate. After removing his helmet and setting it on his motorcycle, he turned and saw a rock. He thought maybe the leprechaun man was hiding behind it, but he instantly rejected that idea when he noticed movement going up the hill past the rock. Caleb began running toward the rock but realized that the person running up the hill was wearing different clothing than the leprechaun and looked more like a child.

Caleb asked himself, “What would a child be doing all the way out here?” as he stopped running and began to look around for the child’s parents. The field was open for miles and there was no sign of anyone other than himself and the child who ran over the hill. Caleb turned around to look at the hill again and noticed that what appeared to be the end of the rainbow was just beyond the hill.

“Maybe the child was looking for the end of the rainbow!” Caleb thought.

He was beginning to feel like he was going crazy as he stared at the rainbow and noticed how real it looked, in spite of the fact that he knew the end of the rainbow did not exist, or couldn’t be found even if it did.

“And there certainly isn’t a pot of gold at the end of it,” he thought.

He noticed his hands suddenly began to feel very moist, and he rubbed them dry on his jeans as he looked around again. He was starting to feel self-conscious, like someone was watching him. He decided that whether or not the end of the rainbow and its pot of gold were real, he should go check on that child just in case he needed help. Caleb ran to the top of the hill but he did not see the child. All he saw was the rainbow and a pot with a very bright light shining out of it.

“Could that really be a pot of gold?” Caleb wondered.

He did not understand how this could be real. He didn’t feel high anymore but he knew this had to be a trip. He looked back toward his motorcycle in the distance, then back at the bright rainbow and pot. He figured it couldn’t hurt to go look to see if the child was real. Caleb was sure the child was probably hidden behind the large pot and felt sure that there was plenty of gold in it for them to share.



When Brandon came over the top of the hill he saw a large pot that had a bright light shining out of the top of it. It was so bright, that Brandon thought there must be a whole lot of gold in order for the light to be so bright. Thinking about that made him so excited that he ran even faster. As he finally he reached the large pot he realized that the bright light he saw was actually all around the entire area where the pot and rainbow were. He also saw what looked like a huge wooden spoon stirring inside of the pot all by itself. Brandon didn’t know what to think of it, and he began to feel a little frightened. His fear immediately subsided when he heard a voice, just above a whisper, but at the same time loud enough that it sounded as if it was coming from all around him, speak to him.

The voice gently said to him, “Child, come to Me.”

Brandon turned to face the direction he first heard the voice come from. On a rock sat a man who Brandon knew deep inside of himself was Jesus, God. Brandon felt a rush of sadness, anger and betrayal, but something drew him to Jesus in spite of his emotions. Brandon approached Jesus and felt his anger rising until he stopped inches in front of the Lord, balled his hands into fists, and used all of the sadness and anger deep inside himself to shout as loud as he could, “Why are You here? You’re killing my mom, and I hate You!”

Jesus replied, “Young One, I know you are hurting. Come to Me.”

He gently extended his arms out to Brandon. Brandon began sobbing and felt hot from the anger he was holding onto. He walked right up to Jesus and looked at his face as he angrily demanded, “Why are You killing my mom and taking her away from me? Who will take care of me?”

As he glared into Jesus’ eyes he saw compassion fill them. Jesus picked Brandon up and set the boy on his lap.

Jesus said, “Children are precious to Me. I will protect you. I will let no harm come to you, and I will provide a home for you.”

When Jesus touched Brandon he felt the love he had seen in Jesus’ eyes flow through his body and his anger ceased. The sorrow was still there though, and tears continued to stream from his eyes.

He asked, “But Mommy loves me. Who will love me?”

Jesus looked into Brandon’s eyes. Brandon felt like Jesus was looking deep inside of his heart, and he felt a calming warmth surround him.

Jesus said, “Brandon I have loved you since before you were growing in your mother’s belly, and I will love you forever. You are My child. Your mother was the person I chose to use to create you and bring you to life. Now I will give you another person to love you until you are ready to begin your adult journey.”

Brandon felt like his brain did not completely understand everything Jesus had said but something else he couldn’t identify, something inside of him, understood it, and he felt that he could trust Jesus.

Brandon’s sorrow slightly subsided, and he asked Jesus, “Will this person be like my mom?”

Jesus honestly told him, “No. She will be a different person, and you will learn to know her. But she will love you just as much as your mom does. She will help you fulfill the dreams I have given you and help you live the plans I have made for your life because she is a part of them and needs you too.”

Hearing this filled Brandon with peace, although, he still felt sad. He thought about how much he loved his mother and would miss her. Jesus put His arms around Brandon and held him close.

“Your mom was a good mother and did what I planned for her to do. She has completed her journey, and now it is time for her to come live with Me in Heaven. You will be sad and miss her for a while, but I will always be here for you to talk to. I listen to every single one of your prayers. These sad experiences will help you become the man I want you to be, so you can live the journey I have for you.”

Brandon didn’t feel scared about his mom going away anymore and knew he was going to be okay. Then Jesus pointed toward the pot of gold and Brandon looked straight ahead to see what Jesus wanted him to look at.

Jesus said, “That man will help you find your new home.”

As Jesus spoke a man appeared, turned toward Brandon and Jesus and was looking at them.

Jesus lifted Brandon off of His lap and stood him on the ground again, as He said, “Go now and live in faith and My love. Know Me, for I am your God. Learn the lessons I have for you. You will see Me and your mother again when your journey ends, and I bring you to live in Heaven, your true home.”

Even though Brandon was still only eight years old, he felt older and wiser.



Caleb ran down the hill to the pot that was surrounded by a glowing light that’s source could not be seen.

He said, “Hey Kid.” as he walked around the pot, finding no one. There was only a wooden spoon supernaturally stirring a golden brown liquid inside of the pot and off to the side a potter’s wheel with a lump of clay. Caleb didn’t understand what was happening and thought someone must be here since they left their unfinished pottery project.

Again, Caleb looked around and loudly said, “Hello! Is anyone here?!”

Finally a booming and gentle voice surrounded him.

“Yes, Caleb. I am here.”

Startled, Caleb looked up to the sky and asked, “God? You are at the end of the rainbow?! What happened to that leprechaun?”

“Caleb, that was a hallucination from your own mind caused by the drugs you have been choosing to use. But I am the Alpha and Omega, your omnipotent God, and I can use all things for My purpose.”

Caleb did not ever remember hearing anything like that about God before and he thought to himself, “If God can use drugs for His purpose then it must be okay to use drugs.”

He felt a little relieved and foolish for feeling guilty about using them all these years.

God knew his thoughts and said, “Drugs damage your body, spirit and soul. Your body is a temple for My spirit. You must take care of it, so you can fulfill My purposes. Your spirit becomes desensitized and you are unable to feel the Holy Spirit’s guidance. Drugs fog your mind making it difficult for you to recognize My words. Guilt is given to you by the Father of Lies and confuses you. You do not need to alter your mind to escape the guilt and find peace.”

Instantly, Caleb felt the truth of God’s words throughout his body and was convicted. He felt ashamed.

Quietly, he asked, “How do I find it?”

God told Caleb, “Everything you need comes from Me. Do you know what the rainbow means, Caleb?”

Caleb replied, “That you won’t again flood the Earth.”

God continued Caleb’s unfinished answer, “and kill all of mankind because I love man, and every time there is a rainbow I remember my promise. I love you too Caleb, and you are not living as I intend for you to live.”

Caleb thought of how often overwhelmed he felt with life and whined, “But sometimes living is so hard, and I need to escape!”

Stern and lovingly, God told him, “I am your refuge. You first met Me through your grandfather as a child. You have forgotten the peace I abundantly give.” After hearing God’s response Caleb remembered the deep joy he felt during the days he shared with his grandfather. His grandfather always taught him about God and the Bible and prayed with him. His grandfather was very ill, but so happy all the time and often refused Caleb’s parents’ offers to help him meet his daily physical needs if he felt he could do a task himself. His grandfather’s death caused Caleb deep anguish, and over the years, he slowly neglected the relationship with God that his grandfather had helped him forge. His grandfather would be heartbroken if he saw the way Caleb lived now. Caleb felt his chest painfully tighten with sorrow. His voice trembling from his effort to stifle tears, he quietly said, “I miss him. He had so much life. I didn’t understand it when he died, and I lost hope.”

God gently told Caleb, “I know, and I will explain it to you.”

A translucent outline of muscular hands holding a tarnished and maimed lump of gold appeared over the pot of gold. The hands dropped the gold into the steaming pot and the spoon stirred the gold, then lifted up out of the pot to reveal a shiny, beautiful statue that resembled Caleb.

As this happened God explained, “These painful trials and tribulations remove flaws from your character, as the heat in the pot removed the flaws in the gold to make it shine. They are to strengthen and…”

As God continued, the hands moved to the potter’s wheel and molded the clay into a handsome and flawless sculpture that, again, resembled an improved version of Caleb.

“…..mold your character into what I want it to be, so you can fulfill My purpose for you.”

The realization of the wickedness of Caleb’s lifestyle hit him in that moment. Caleb fell to the ground, finally allowing himself to cry, and with great remorse wailed,

“I am so sorry! I feel so ashamed! How do I fix this?”

God reminded Caleb, “I am your savior, Jesus, the Messiah. Repent, come back into your relationship with me, so you can fulfill your purpose.”

Standing, Caleb asked, “What is my purpose?”

The invisible outline of one of the hands pointed to the right of where Caleb was standing as God said, “That young boy needs you. His mother has completed her journey and will soon be leaving this world to live in Heaven with me.”

As Caleb looked in the direction the hand pointed, appearing as if out of nowhere, was a man sitting on a rock and lifting a boy from his lap while he spoke. Instinctively, Caleb knew the man was Jesus. The boy was looking at Caleb.

Caleb exclaimed, “The boy I saw running up the hill!”

Incredulous, Caleb asked God, “You led both of us here to meet each other?!”

God told Caleb, “You know the pain of losing a beloved parental figure in childhood.”

All at once Caleb felt like every experience in his life suddenly made sense. This realization made him feel momentarily light-headed and as if his mind was breaking wide open.



Five years later………


Caleb sat at the table watching Rachel finishing her dinner. She looked so beautiful to him. He thought about how gracefully she did everything, even eating. Rachel felt someone watching her and looked at Caleb as she put the last bite of her dinner in her mouth and began to chew. He was sitting there looking at her with a goofy-school-boy-in-love smile on his face. She giggled at him, then covered her mouth with her napkin.

She asked him, “What are you thinking about?”

Caleb smiled even bigger and responded, “How you eat as the lady that you are.”

Rachel laughed at him, considering how she was rudely talking while chewing food in her mouth.

11 year old Kelly asked, “Can I paint now?”

Rachel smiled at her daughter and looked around the table at Aaron and Brandon to be sure everyone had finished their dinner.

Satisfied with their progress she said, “Yes. Why don’t you all bring something to do at the table while I wash the dishes.”

All three children rushed to get their activities as Rachel stood and began gathering all of the dirty dishes. Caleb stood and walked over to Rachel, kissing her cheek as he took the dishes from her hands.

He told her, “I will do the dishes tonight. You cooked dinner. Go relax and enjoy the children.”

Rachel followed him to the kitchen to get the sponge and remembered what Caleb used to be like. She returned to the dining table and as she wiped it clean she thought about how sometimes she feared that Caleb would turn back. He had told her about his rainbow experience and at first she thought he had surely returned to his drug use. Then Brandon, only a child, corroborated Caleb’s story with his own. Caleb’s change was so drastic and much longer lasting than previous efforts to recover that she pushed her fears aside by telling herself to trust God because He will always be there for her.

Rachel returned to the kitchen and saw Caleb standing at the sink with his back to her as he filled the soapy sink with the dirty dishes. She wrapped her arms around his waist, dropped the sponge in the sink and hugged him. Then she lifted up onto her toes, kissed his ear and whispered, “I love you.”

Then she hurried back into the dining room. Caleb glanced over his shoulder smiling and caught a glimpse of the bottom of her dress swishing over her ankle as she left the kitchen. Caleb looked out the window he had installed over the sink as he began washing the dishes. He watched the horse they had recently bought running around in the backyard. He remembered how Rachel began jumping up and down with excitement and threw herself at him, nearly knocking him to the ground, when he told her he had saved enough money to build a stable and buy their first horse. A long lost dream of theirs, no longer lost. He felt like a completely different person and a real man when he was building the stable. When he built the stable and reflected on this idea he realized that since returning to God his life had become something that he never dared to imagine it could be. He knew Rachel felt the same way. He also realized that he felt this way because when he renewed his relationship with God he began to face his faults and mistakes and take responsibility for his family. He did not just take care of their financial needs or their practical daily needs, but their emotional and spiritual needs too. He started viewing each of them as a unique individual created by God for him to nurture. He realized that God did not give him Rachel to be his wife to take care of him, but for him to know and have a lifelong friendship with responsibilities to maintain it. It was meant to be deeper than any other friendship he would ever experience on Earth. His children were not created just for him to use as a way to extend his seed through generations. He had a responsibility to mold them to fulfill a purpose God had prepared for them.

Now ideas for creative building projects would just pop into his head. He had noticed that the same thing happened to Kelly and Aaron with their paintings and drawings. Brandon was very creative and it felt as though it was contagious. Rachel was the only one who had not found her outlet yet. He wondered if maybe hers would be more of a ministry: meeting the needs of people. Caleb looked at the clock and realized there were only a couple of hours before their Bible study group would arrive, and he needed to tend to the horse before then. They had not picked a name yet, so he was hoping they could do that as a family today. Before finishing the dishes he prayed for Rachel first. He prayed that God would show her the creative or ministering outlet He planned for her. Then he thanked God for making him into a real man.

When Rachel returned to the table Kelly was setting up her table easel, painting canvas and set of acrylic paints that Brandon had given her. Aaron was practicing the new drawing techniques that Brandon had taught him with a set of oil pastels. Brandon took a model car of his own design out of a box to continue building it. Before continuing his project Brandon walked around the table to look at Kelly and Aaron’s artwork. He complimented them both. As Rachel watched the children her heart filled with so much joy she felt like bursting! God had not only rebuilt her family, he remodeled it. Aaron and Kelly had artistic talents she never knew about and might not have discovered if Brandon hadn’t come into their lives and began mentoring the two children. Even Rachel herself discovered she could love a child that was not her own. Caleb was a completely different person. A person she did not know existed. She loved him dearly and she had always liked his personality. Now, though, he was more than she even dreamed of him or any man being. All she had wanted was for him to stop using drugs. That he did. But not only did he do that he began engaging with her and the children. He exercised and thought of wonderful ideas for projects around the house. She no longer had to ask him to help with chores. He actually offered. When Rachel and the children were ready to begin their day Caleb already had everything on the table ready for morning prayer and devotion. Finally, they were beginning the horse ranch they had always dreamt about. She felt as though he knew and understood her and the children so well that he anticipated their needs, as well as their desires, sometimes before they themselves discovered them. She felt like Caleb had become a man. Even she had not realized what it meant to be a real man until he had become one. It made her look at herself as a woman and examine what a wife was supposed to be. She had become so used to taking the initiative for all family and life responsibilities to keep them together and out of trouble. She learned that Caleb was allowing God to direct him, and that not only could she trust him to lead them, she actually learned to let him lead them. She thought she had trusted God for a long time, but she didn’t realized how little she really did. Before, she lived on survival instincts. Now she looked to God to guide her. As Rachel thought about these things she walked around the table and looked at each child’s creation. She hugged them and told them she was proud of them.

When she hugged Brandon she added, “I am so glad you are a part of our family now. You have been such a blessing.”

Kelly responded, “Me too. He taught me how to paint!” as she held up her paintbrush and smiled big.

Aaron glanced up at Kelly and smiled, and then with a look of deep concentration continued working on his drawing. Brandon finally felt he had a home and a family again. He no longer feared, every day, that he might lose someone he loved. He missed his mother, but just as Jesus told him, a new mother did come to him. She was not his mother, but she was good enough. She was wonderful, just in a different way. When Rachel started to pull away Brandon hugged her tighter for a minute and closed his eyes.

As he and Rachel hugged he remembered Jesus’ words to him, “Children are precious to Me. I will protect you. I will let no harm come to you, and I will provide a home for you.”




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Author's Note: I have been writing since I was a young child and decided at about eight or nine years old that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I write and have written many things besides short stories, such as newspaper articles and poetry. I love all writing and always hope that God uses my writing in some way, whatever way He chooses. I have also learned to love writing, even if God does not use one of the things I write, simply because it is a talent He created me with and my using it brings Him joy.





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