become self-sufficient, then please show us the way.
***
For the next several days, Rebekah spent every free moment looking through Grandma’s well-worn Bible. On almost every page, she found a verse of scripture that had been underlined. In some places she discovered that Grandma had scrawled notes in the margin or at the bottom of certain pages, mentioning how some particular verse had spoken to her heart. There was no doubt in Rebekah’s mind—Grandma Stoltzfus had lived and died by the truth of God’s Word. Perhaps that’s what Rebekah needed to do, too.
One morning after breakfast, Rebekah found herself alone in the house. Mom and Nadine were outside weeding the garden, and Dad and Simon were hard at work in the fields. She decided this would be a good time to read a few more scriptures from Grandma’s Bible. Rebekah positioned her wheelchair at the kitchen table and set the Biewel and a glass of cold lemonade in front of her. A deep sense of longing encompassed her soul as she silently prayed,
What words do You have for me today, Lord? I need to know whether You have a special plan for my life.
She opened the Bible to a place that Grandma had marked with a small piece of ribbon. As she studied the page, she spotted another underlined passage, Jeremiah 31:3–4. “The Lo r d hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. Again I will build thee, and thou shalt be built.”
Rebekah sat for several minutes, pondering the scripture. Deep in her heart she knew God loved her, but was His Word saying He wanted to rebuild her? If so, did it mean rebuild her body? Now, that would take a huge miracle. No, she was fairly sure the scripture referred to being spiritually renewed and rebuilt, and she knew she was in need of that, especially where her lack of faith and tendency to fear the unknown were concerned.
For the next little while, Rebekah continued to seek out verses. She was pleased to discover several that dealt with the subject of fear. Psalm 34:4 in particular spoke to her heart: “I sought the Lo r d, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.” After Rebekah read the verse a couple more times, she had a deep sense that she must not be afraid of her dreams anymore or of being left alone. God would provide for her needs and calm her fears; she just needed to be faithful and learn to trust Him more.
With a feeling of peace she hadn’t felt in many months, Rebekah closed the Bible, bowed her head, and offered a silent prayer
. Dear Father, thank You for reminding me that You love me with an everlasting love and want to build up my faith. Please draw me closer to You, and help me remember not to fear but to trust in You. And if it’s Your will for me to support myself financially, then please show me how. Guide me, direct me, and prepare my heart for a true miracle from You. Amen.
***
When Sarah finished her weeding and returned to the house, she was surprised to see that Rebekah was not in the kitchen where she had been earlier. Figuring her daughter might have gone to her room, she rapped on the door.
No answer.
“Rebekah, are you there?”
Still no response.
“Maybe she went to Grandma’s old room.” Sarah moved to the next room and knocked on that door.
“Come in.”
She opened the door and spotted Rebekah sitting in her wheelchair, watering some of Grandma’s African violets that had been placed on the window ledge. “I thought I might find you in here,” she said, crossing the room to join her daughter in front of the window.
Rebekah turned her head and gave Sarah a questioning look. “Did you need me for something?”
“Not really, but I did want to talk to you about an idea I have.”
“What idea is that, Mom?”
“Your daed’s hired a driver to take us to the farmers’ market tomorrow, where we plan to sell some of our fresh produce and a few other things. Since you seem so
***
For the next several days, Rebekah spent every free moment looking through Grandma’s well-worn Bible. On almost every page, she found a verse of scripture that had been underlined. In some places she discovered that Grandma had scrawled notes in the margin or at the bottom of certain pages, mentioning how some particular verse had spoken to her heart. There was no doubt in Rebekah’s mind—Grandma Stoltzfus had lived and died by the truth of God’s Word. Perhaps that’s what Rebekah needed to do, too.
One morning after breakfast, Rebekah found herself alone in the house. Mom and Nadine were outside weeding the garden, and Dad and Simon were hard at work in the fields. She decided this would be a good time to read a few more scriptures from Grandma’s Bible. Rebekah positioned her wheelchair at the kitchen table and set the Biewel and a glass of cold lemonade in front of her. A deep sense of longing encompassed her soul as she silently prayed,
What words do You have for me today, Lord? I need to know whether You have a special plan for my life.
She opened the Bible to a place that Grandma had marked with a small piece of ribbon. As she studied the page, she spotted another underlined passage, Jeremiah 31:3–4. “The Lo r d hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. Again I will build thee, and thou shalt be built.”
Rebekah sat for several minutes, pondering the scripture. Deep in her heart she knew God loved her, but was His Word saying He wanted to rebuild her? If so, did it mean rebuild her body? Now, that would take a huge miracle. No, she was fairly sure the scripture referred to being spiritually renewed and rebuilt, and she knew she was in need of that, especially where her lack of faith and tendency to fear the unknown were concerned.
For the next little while, Rebekah continued to seek out verses. She was pleased to discover several that dealt with the subject of fear. Psalm 34:4 in particular spoke to her heart: “I sought the Lo r d, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.” After Rebekah read the verse a couple more times, she had a deep sense that she must not be afraid of her dreams anymore or of being left alone. God would provide for her needs and calm her fears; she just needed to be faithful and learn to trust Him more.
With a feeling of peace she hadn’t felt in many months, Rebekah closed the Bible, bowed her head, and offered a silent prayer
. Dear Father, thank You for reminding me that You love me with an everlasting love and want to build up my faith. Please draw me closer to You, and help me remember not to fear but to trust in You. And if it’s Your will for me to support myself financially, then please show me how. Guide me, direct me, and prepare my heart for a true miracle from You. Amen.
***
When Sarah finished her weeding and returned to the house, she was surprised to see that Rebekah was not in the kitchen where she had been earlier. Figuring her daughter might have gone to her room, she rapped on the door.
No answer.
“Rebekah, are you there?”
Still no response.
“Maybe she went to Grandma’s old room.” Sarah moved to the next room and knocked on that door.
“Come in.”
She opened the door and spotted Rebekah sitting in her wheelchair, watering some of Grandma’s African violets that had been placed on the window ledge. “I thought I might find you in here,” she said, crossing the room to join her daughter in front of the window.
Rebekah turned her head and gave Sarah a questioning look. “Did you need me for something?”
“Not really, but I did want to talk to you about an idea I have.”
“What idea is that, Mom?”
“Your daed’s hired a driver to take us to the farmers’ market tomorrow, where we plan to sell some of our fresh produce and a few other things. Since you seem so
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