This post was written by a guest blogger; my daughter, Sarah Danner. :)
My husband and I live in one of the poorest counties in California. We live in the sticks. The only people around us, besides military folks, are farmers. Lots of dairy and fruit farms. It’s not unusual to see large trucks carrying loose fruit down the highway. I have often wondered why God picked this place for us. There’s nothing here.
Not long after we had moved here, we started traveling to different cities to see this side of the country. My husband and I both grew up on the east coast. We had both been out to the west coast for small trips but neither of us had ever lived out here. It was during our second or third weekend trip that we noticed how many homeless there were over here in CA. I know that there are homeless all over the country, but it seemed to us that they were particularly abundant out here in California.
Today I will feature a blog post written by my sweet daughter, Sarah. If you are just now jumping in to my blog, you are going to want to go back and read a series of posts telling of the miracle that she and I shared together four years ago. You can find Part Four here, and that will lead you to the rest.
One day while I was recovering from my surgery, I was walking towards the entrance of a grocery store. My walking was very slow those first couple of weeks after surgery. I was in a lot of pain and I couldn't take prescription pain medication because, like my mom, they made me feel sick. So, I just dealt with the pain.
When I was still several feet from the entrance door of the store, a car pulled up beside me, honked their horn and rolled down their window. I looked over my shoulder and a woman screamed out the window, 'Is it even possible for you to walk any slower? I have places to be!' I rephrased the words a little because I can't actually write th...
I have been thinking and praying about featuring an occasional guest blogger, and thought it only fitting that my daughter, Sarah, be the first. If you have not been following the story of her illness and miracle, go back and read the four blog posts that feature Sarah's Story, and you will learn to love her and enjoy her testimony, as she wrote it for you today. :)
The church where my husband and I attend is a small one in the central valley of California. It’s an area that so desperately needs Jesus. Our mid-week service is more of an intimate Bible study, which I love. During the course of the past several months, each adult member has taken a turn giving their testimony – how they were saved and their life forever changed by Jesus. There have been some amazing testimonies. Stories of ruined lives that God has completely transformed.
I haven’t given mine yet because I am the youngest of the group, so I will be last. I have thought about it t...