Color Me Happy!

Recently I added a strength training class to my exercise routine. Even though I was told the instructor was very tough, I figured I could make it through the class. I was in the military, so I’ve had experience with tough drill sergeants. I wanted to build my strength so whatever I needed to do I was willing to do. I was told if I took the class that I should not be surprised if the instructor called me out in the classroom. I was told if I was doing something incorrectly she would single me out and that she wasn’t the type to let up. This did not shake me; I actually looked forward to the challenge.

I arrived for the first day of class and found I was the only one in the class that was new. Since I had never taken the class, I wasn’t familiar with the exercises. So naturally I didn’t do them all correctly. And just as I had been told the instructor started calling me out. It seemed like my name was being called every two or three minutes.

One of the exercises I had difficulty completing is called the plank. Basically, you position yourself as if you’re doing a push-up. The only parts of the body touching the floor are your hands and toes. Your body is as stiff as a board, or a plank. If I heard, “Sandra get your rear end out of the air,” once I heard it 1,000 times.

After I left the class, I replayed the class over in my mind and realized that being corrected didn’t bother me. I knew I must do the exercise accurately or I could hurt myself or not get the full benefit. The problem that I had was her attitude during the correction. Each time I was off the mark, she seemed to become more and more aggravated. Huffing, puffing, or slamming her hand down on the ground and stomping over to my mat. “No, like this!” Color me embarrassed!

As she became more and more aggravated, I could tell the other students in the class were beginning to feel uncomfortable and a little sorry for me. Several of them chimed in, “Don’t worry Sandra, you’ll get it!” or “Don’t feel bad, I couldn’t do them when I first started either.” After the first day, I felt defeated and embarrassed, but I refuse to give up. As I arrived for class over the next few days, she continued the verbal assault.

By the time I reached my fourth day of class my attitude was beginning to really sink. I was dreading going to the class. But in order to improve my strength, I had to go and not quit. On the fourth morning, I laid in bed struggling to get the courage to get up and go. I was trying to talk myself into being happy. Then I prayed, Lord please don’t let her yell at me today. And then to my surprise, the Lord said, “You’re not praying for her.” That hit me like a ton of bricks. He was right! I was so miserable and living in my own pity party I forgot to pray. So, I stopped right then and said a prayer for the instructor that she would be more encouraging and that I could do a better job with accurately completing the exercises.

Well color me happy! I showed up for class on the fourth day, and she welcomed me with open arms. For the first time, while in class, she was encouraging and said, “Good job Sandra! You’re getting it. I knew you would.” Now I can hold a plank for 20 to 30 seconds! What a great reminder to lift every situation up to prayer.

27 “But to you who are willing to listen, I say, love your enemies! Do good to those who hate you. 28 Bless those who curse you. Pray for those who hurt you. Luke 6:27-28







I was headed back home after visiting family, so I got up early one morning to get some coffee before getting on the road. I walked into a coffee shop and went to the counter to place my order. I was in a great mood! Though I always enjoy spending time with my parents, I’m always excited to get back home. It’s a long drive, but it gives me an opportunity to listen to Christian radio, books on tape, and podcasts to pass the time.

I’m a big coffee drinker, and I like for my coffee to be very hot. I don’t want to purchase a cup of coffee, leave, and find that it’s lukewarm before I can finish drinking. So, I always order extra hot coffee. I placed my order and requested it to be extra hot. To my surprise, the cashier looked at me with anger and responded sarcastically, ” Is 200 degrees hot enough for you?” I was shocked! The server standing next to her looked shocked as well. I watched her mouth drop open and saw a stunned look on her face. There aren’t too many things that frustrate me, but rude customer service is one of them.  I was the only one in the shop at the time, so I had nothing to compare this too. Was she just rude to me? Did she treat everybody this way? My mood suddenly took a plunge. I held my tongue, not wanting to cause a scene, and politely said, “If that is as hot as I can get it, that will be fine.”  She took my order, and I went to a seat, and I sat down to collect myself, and calm down before getting on the road.

While sipping on my coffee, I looked up at the door and saw three police officers walk in to order coffee. Immediately I heard the Lord say for me to pray for them, but I was still stunned by the behavior of the server and had trouble collecting my thoughts. I was shaking from head to toe. When I looked at them, I saw the expressions on their faces and hesitated. They did not look inviting. They looked stoic and cautious, and quite frankly intimidating. So, I decided I would wait a minute to see if I could make eye contact with one of them and then offer to pray.

They placed their order and sat down at the table next to me. I kept glancing at them to see when a good time would be to make the offer. I was in my head and not in the Lord.  All kinds of crazy things started running through my head. I thought what if they rejected my prayer? I know from experience that prayer can be given with good intentions, but it’s not always well received. Also, with so much division in the African-American community, I was terrified as well. They were not African American. I knew this was what the Lord wanted me to do but I was terrified. So to buy some time, I kept watching and waiting to see if the door was going to open for me to step in and pray. Finally, I felt the time was right. I looked up and smiled and was about to speak when I was met with a cold stare. Suddenly I thought, well it’s now or never.  I said, “Have a good day, and be safe out there.” I thought to myself, what are you doing, that’s not prayer! I was met with a cold stare and a barely audible grunt, as they turned around and left the shop. Yikes! I thought. I felt terrible. I prayed for them in silence as they walked out the door. All the way home I beat myself up for not praying with them in person. Though I did pray, there may have been someone in that group that needed to hear that prayer. To know that there was someone who cared. I messed up this opportunity that the Lord presented and prayed that he would give me another chance. Well, thank God he did!

Yesterday while in a little coffee shop, I noticed a police officer walking in and going to the counter to place an order. Immediately I knew that this was my second chance. I thanked the Lord for the opportunity and vowed not to pass it up.  I watched the officer walk in and observed her from a distance talking with the cashier and placing her order. I was shaking like a leaf. To be sure that this was what the Lord was asking me to do I said to the Lord, “Lord if this is someone you want me to pray for I need a push.” Suddenly I felt something like a wind that grabbed me and pushed me out of my seat. I walked up to the officer and said, “Do you mind if I pray for you? “She said, “Who can refuse that?”  I said, “What would you like me to pray about?” She said, “We’re supposed to close on our house this Friday. “ So I prayed.

I was so excited that the Lord gave me a do-over.

Has the Lord ever given you a do over? If so, select comment and tell me about it.

And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. Philippians 1:6








Not Limited

Many years ago, I was in my living room watching television but as I watched I noticed that I didn’t feel myself. I knew that something was “off” emotionally and physically, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. As I thought about it, I realized I had been feeling that way for a while. I racked my brain for a reason but could not come up with one. I felt sad and sluggish. My desire to do things was gone. I didn’t feel like doing anything except sitting and watching television, which wasn’t enjoyable.

The odd thing was that everything in my life was going well. I had a good job, good friends, and all was well with my family. So why did I feel this way? As I contemplated my feelings, I said out loud, to no one in particular, “Why do I feel depressed?” Immediately I received an answer. The Lord said, as clear as day, “It is your medicine.” A few months prior I had some surgery that required I take some medicine for a short time after the surgery.

I was taking the medicine as the doctor required but knowing what the Lord said I decided to call my doctor. She told me to come into the office right away because it sounded like the medicine wasn’t working or I was having some side effects. Just as the Lord said, my doctor scheduled some tests, and the results showed the medicine was not working.

Praise God that He is not limited to things of the world. Hebrews 4:13 says, “Nothing in all creation is hidden from God. Everything is naked and exposed before his eyes…”






Highs and Lows!

I had lunch with a friend the other day, and we spoke about the challenges of doing God’s work and the battles we were both facing as we maneuvered through the jobs the Lord gave to us. We were both seeing firsthand how doing God’s work means war, and it can take you on a roller coaster of feelings at any given time. We talked about our days of extreme highs and debilitating lows.

One such day happened to me a few weeks ago. One day on my way to work I stopped to get some gas. Once I arrived, I reached into my purse for my debit card. As I opened the door, I dropped my debit card, but I did not see where it fell. Since I did not see where it fell, I ended up spending several minutes searching for it. I got out of the car, and I moved the seat all the way forward and looked, I moved the seat all the way back and looked, and I ran my hand under the seat on both sides, without success. Though I did not think this was likely, I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the car as well.

Still unsuccessful I threw my hands in the air and said, “Lord I need my debit card.” Almost immediately I heard the Lord say the debit card had fallen into the cup holder on the driver side door. At the same time, he spoke, he also jerked my head quickly to the left and leaned me forward so that I could see it. The way the card landed I could not see it when I looked from my “normal” angle. I screamed, thank you, Lord! As I drove to work, I thought about how amazing this experience was. The Lord not only spoke to my spirit, but he also moved my physical body.

I was floating on air as I thought of how wonderful the Lord is. When I arrived at work, I began reviewing my voicemail messages. One of my messages required me to retrieve some information I had saved and paper-clipped together. I looked where the papers should have been, but to my surprise, they were not there. I spent a good 10 to 15 minutes in my search but came up empty-handed.

In desperation, I went to the Lord and asked him to show me where those papers were. Instantly, he told me that I had incorrectly paper-clipped the papers inside of the wrong folder. I went directly to the folder he said and opened it. I reviewed the folder which had about 50 papers already in it and found that in the back, on the bottom, was the paper-clipped information I was looking for. I shouted thank you, Jesus! I was excited about finding my debit card, but this put me right on cloud nine, well at least it did for a while. Everything was great until after lunch when my glory hallelujah train ran into a brick wall.

After lunch, I was in my office in the middle of a conference call. My office door was closed, and my back was to the door. I was concentrating on the call, so I didn’t hear someone open up my door and walk in and drop something on my desk. The thump of the papers surprised me because I was in the solitude of my office alone. When I heard the thump, I jumped in my seat in surprise and turned towards the noise. When I turned around, I saw the back of the person headed out of my office. I would like to tell you that at that moment I felt nothing but love. That is the farthest from the truth. Anger quickly welled up in me. I was angry for being surprised and frightened, and I was angry because I thought it was rude for someone to walk into an office without knocking. My thoughts were not good ones.

By the time the call ended I had calmed down. I realized at that point that the call was a blessing in disguise because it gave me time to calm down and not act out of emotion. I realized how quickly this incident took me away from the joy I had been feeling all day to the low of full-blown anger. After ending the call, I took a deep breath and decided two things. First, I was not going to spend the rest of my day in anger, and second, I needed to forgive the person for being rude and move on.

I told my friend that I knew that anger was an open door to evil, and we all must make a choice. We can choose to respond in anger, or we can choose to respond in love. Though all our highs and lows are different, how we choose to respond to the lows will impact how well we will recover the next time. Do not let your highs get ruined by your lows.

4 Always be full of joy in the Lord. I say it again—rejoice! Phillippians 4:4



He Never Gives Up!

A few weeks ago I had to make some decisions about the medical benefits I wanted for the upcoming year. My initial thought was that I would just go in and reapply for all the benefits I had for last year. But that was not the Lords plan.

On the day enrollment was to begin I woke up, and the first thing the Lord told me was to cancel my medical benefits at work and to move the money I would save to my 401(k). As soon as he said it, I jumped up in bed and yelled, “That is a great idea!” I am a veteran, and I can get my medical care at my local VA hospital without a monthly charge. I was so overwhelmed with excitement. When I got to work, I logged on and declined medical coverage for the next year.

A couple of days later fear hit me because I thought, oh my goodness, I think that there were certain benefits that came with having medical insurance at work that I would lose if I drop medical coverage. When I printed out my selections for the upcoming year, all I saw was the word DECLINED. None of the things I thought I would have regardless of if I had medical insurance were also gone. This freaked me out. Having the right coverage is important, and from what I could tell I did not have all the coverage I needed. I was in fear mode, completely forgetting what the Lord told me to do in the first place. Fearful I would lose benefits I thought I might need, I changed my elections to keep my medical insurance.

On the last day of the enrollment period, a coworker asked me a question about his benefit selections. I wasn’t sure of the answer, so I told him I would get the answer for him. I contacted our benefits representative and asked her. In that conversation, she not only answered his question she also unknowingly confirmed for me that I would not lose the additional coverage I thought I would lose. That’s when it hit me. I went full circle. First, I was going to keep the same coverage as last year, and then the Lord said no, so I dropped the medical coverage; then I freaked out and took the coverage back, and finally, I went back and did what the Lord told me to do in the first place.

I thought of all the time I spent struggling, researching, doubting and questioning if I really heard him in the first place. What a waste of time. I felt so bad! My heart ached with the thought of doubting Him. But that ache quickly changed to love, as I realized how he orchestrated a coworker asking me a question that provided two answers, on the last day of enrollment. Praise God He never gives up on us.

6 I pray with great faith for you, because I’m fully convinced that the One who began this glorious work[a] in you will faithfully continue the process of maturing you[b] and will put his finishing touches to it until the unveiling of our Lord Jesus Christ! Philippians 1:6 The Passion Translation



Lift Your Burden!

I received a text in the middle of the night from one of my young friends. She has been having some difficult challenges in her life, and she was feeling overwhelmed, lost, and alone, so I decided to move the conversation from text and give her a call.

As she spoke, I could hear the distress in her voice, and I thought she should not go through this situation alone. I am the closest one she has to a mother, so I was the most likely person to go. The day’s drive was not an issue because I had vacation time, but my heart sank because I really didn’t want to go. She was having multiple problems; the largest was with a rebellious, mentally ill teenager. This was an issue I did not have experience, and it was stressing me out just thinking about it.

As we spoke, my emotions started going haywire, because I knew things were serious. I talk to her regularly, so none of the issues were new, they were all just full of twists and turns that seemed to get deeper and deeper as time passed. She has been on the verge of a nervous breakdown more than once, so I knew she needed help.

As I laid in bed and listened to her, I started to pray for guidance and wisdom from the Lord. After we hung up I told the Lord that I didn’t want to go, but if he sent me I would go, and that I trusted him to tell me what to say, and what to do once I got there. That was a big step for me. I do not have experience with children, let along those with mental issues. I asked him also to help me to remain calm. When I’m too emotional, I don’t have clarity, and I don’t hear him. I needed to hear. So, I told him I needed him to confirm what he wanted me to do and that I would do whatever he said.

The next morning, I got up and called my friend. As soon as she started talking I felt the Holy Spirit in the middle of that conversation. I started having some clarity and peace as the Holy Spirits presence became stronger and stronger. I noticed that my friend was more relaxed as well and she said that overnight she felt the Lord give her direction. The weight was lifted off my shoulders as the Lord guided her and it was no longer necessary for me to go.

Praise God! I was relieved of this monumental burden.

“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28



Commit or Quit!

I don’t remember the exact day or time I accepted Jesus as my Lord and savior. But there is a day that had a significant impact on my spiritual growth and development.

I was raised Catholic but stopped going to church after graduating from high school. My sister was saved when she was in her 20s when she was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I knew that once she was saved, she started praying for me to get saved as well. She mentioned she wanted me to be in heaven with her. I credit those consistent prayers with my ultimate decision to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior. At that time, I had a limited knowledge of salvation. I did not have enough knowledge to take action even if I wanted to.

Though I had limited knowledge about the things of faith, I often felt that something was missing in my life. I have always known about prayer, and I realize now I have always been led by the Lord, but at that time I thought it was all me. I thought I was making good decisions or, I had good instincts. So, church was never the solution; I felt I was doing just fine without it. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to church. All I knew was that I felt I never learned anything practical. I felt I did not learn anything I could walk out the door and do. So, instead of returning to church, I got up every Sunday morning, and I went to a variety of different bookstores that had a café within the store. I would order a cup of coffee and a muffin and read books like Chicken Soup for the Soul. That was my church. The stories always touched me. It was reaching a part of my heart that was left dormant for a very long time. Love, encouragement, and faith rose up within me.

This ritual went on for several years until it was not enough. I was not being filled. Now what; I thought. I started noticing a lot of mega churches popping up, so I thought maybe I would give them a try. So, I dropped my cafe church and started to slowly church hop. I cannot count the number of churches I visited. Most of them I would sneak out within the first 15 to 20 minutes when they started preaching about paying tithes. I always sat in the back row, so I could sneak out unnoticed. I very seldom paid attention. If I had not gotten groceries the day before I would prepare my grocery list. If a good movie were playing at the local theater, I would sneak out to get to the matinee on time, or I left early to beat the traffic. I was going through the motions. I wasn’t listening to the sermons; I wasn’t reading the Bible, I wasn’t growing. I just showed up at church because that’s what you do on Sunday mornings.

One day while sitting in the back row of a church thinking about my To Do List, I heard a voice on the inside of me speak. I immediately recognized it was the Lord. He said, “Either commit or quit.” His voice hit me like a ton of bricks. It was powerful and said in a way that meant; it is your choice. Choose me or the world. I was shaken to the core. Suddenly I was hit in the face with my behavior. I felt miserable. I felt ashamed. I looked around at all the faces looking at the pastor and shaking their heads and saying amen, and here I was with a pen and paper completing a task list. I was chastised and challenged by the Lord. I had to make a choice. I was wasting time. I sat up straight n the pew, and I tried to listen to the rest of the sermon as best I could, but I had missed so much I could not follow what he was saying, and what made it worse I realized I did not even have a bible. That was it. Things had to change. I left church and spent the afternoon driving around to different bookstores to purchase a Bible. I found one I liked so I purchased my first Bible with a nice leather carrying case. Thus, began my journey of transforming to my new life as a committed believer.

When I showed up for church the next week, I sat five rows from the front with my brand-new bible. My knowledge of salvation was still limited. I still only understood that if I got saved, I would go to heaven. But now I had a fire in me that knew this was something I could not pass up. My family and friends noticed a change in me. Though I could not minister to them, I remember speaking with a relative who had not accepted Jesus as their Lord and savior. They did not think they needed to. They felt that if they lived “right” they would get to heaven. I said, “Well for me I’d rather accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior, and get to the pearly gates, and they tell me I do not need Jesus rather than I get there, and they tell me I do, and turn me away. That’s a chance I’m unwilling to take.” I said, “I encourage you to fully commit to the Lord.”

35 If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will save it. Mark 8:35



Love Walk

One of the things that’s been on my mind quite a bit lately is walking in love. I’ve had several conversations this week with fellow believers who are struggling with walking in love with their spouses, rebellious children, and mean co-workers. Their struggles hit home because I had a love walk challenge this week as well.

One day while cleaning I heard my neighbor outside mowing his lawn. My neighbors are relatively new. They have only been in the home for about six months. I find them to be cordial and speak when spoken to but do not volunteer conversation. When I was finished cleaning, I went outside to take out the trash. When I walked on the side of the house to put the trash in the trash can, I saw that the entire length of my house, from the back all the way to the front was plastered with clumps of wet grass. It started at the ground and extended up about 10 feet high. When I say the house was plastered with clumps of grass, I don’t mean a few grass shavings I mean if you rubbed your hand on the side of my house you would get a handful of long wet grass.

I can honestly say that my initial reaction was not love. I said, “Awww man! I can’t believe this!” When I glanced at my neighbor’s house, his house was just fine. It was just my house that was plastered with wet grass. What contributed to my anger was the fact that his house was perfect. So, this meant that he had to direct his lawn mower in a way to keep his house clean and my house plastered. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I turned around and looked over my shoulder in his driveway, and I could see that he was not home.

As I stood on the side of the house, I had to ask myself a question. Was this a battle I wanted to fight? Does it matter who started it? No, I thought, it matters how it is handled and how it ends. I decided I wanted a peaceful solution and to do that I would walk in love, no matter what his response or reaction is. I concluded that every encounter does not have to result in retaliation. So, I changed my focus from anger and started praying. I prayed while I grabbed the hose and prayed while I was washing the grass off the side of the house.

Just as I finished my neighbor pulled into the driveway. Apparently, he had mowed the lawn and then went to get some pizza. I waited for him to get out of his truck, and then I walked over to him, and I told him what I found. Showing little concern for what he did, he simply said, “Oh, next time I’ll try to pay more attention. My lawnmower broke so I borrowed my Dad’s, and his was missing an attachment.” That was it. No apology. No statement that he intended to clean it. He just said he would pay more attention and he went into the house.

As I thought about it, I asked myself if I would feel better if he had apologized? Would I feel better if he showed remorse? I can honestly say; I do not think so. I do not need him to make me feel better by apologizing. I feel better because I walked in love.

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. John 13:34



The Eclipse

This weekend is a big weekend for our city. In a few days, we will witness a full solar eclipse. I’m not much of a science buff, so I haven’t been paying much attention to what’s been going on around this event. I’m not the kind of person to stand in a line overnight to get tickets to a concert, or to get up at 3 o’clock in the morning to buy a new gadget that’s coming out. I certainly knew that our city was in the path of the eclipse, but that was the limit of my awareness.

About a week ago while at work I ran into a guy in the hallway who asked me if I was going to watch the eclipse. I told him no and that I wasn’t that excited about it. I said, “Science really doesn’t thrill me.” However, he was so excited he was literally jumping up and down. He looked like a five-year-old kid on Christmas morning. I literally saw sparkles in his eyes when he talked about it. He had arranged to take the day off, and he was taking his family to the park to have a picnic, and then watch the eclipse. As I watched his excitement, I almost felt guilty because I wasn’t as excited as he was. In his excitement, he told me that he had an extra pair of glasses if I wanted them. I thanked him and told him no. He also told me that he was praying for good weather because there were so many people expected to be in town to view it, it would be a shame for them to get here and it’s cloudy, or rainy, and they are not able to see it. Well now here was something I could wrap my teeth around. I’m a prayer warrior, so I thought that’s a great prayer point. I told him that I would pray about it and then I returned to my office.

I prayed about it when I got back to my office and then packed up and went home. The next morning, for whatever the reason, the first thought on my mind when I woke up was the eclipse. So, I thought, “Let me pray about it again.” I said, “Lord, there’s a lot of people coming into town. Let there be good weather so that they could view the eclipse. Lord let all those who are traveling have a safe trip. Lord let them have a wonderful day with their family. Let the sun shine, and the clouds go away so they can get a good view.” My prayers were filled with words such as those, they, and them. I then said, “Lord I’m not that excited about it, but….” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence because the Lord said something to me that took my breath away. When I said, “Lord I’m not excited about it but …” He said, “I created it for you.” I made an audible, loud gasp. I said, “Oh Lord I am so sorry! I did not mean to minimize your creation. I know you created this all. You created the universe, and you were the one that made the intricate synchronization of all of the planets, and stars. I am so sorry for taking this event so lightly.”

When I got to work one of the first things I did was track the guy down who said he had the extra glasses. He still had them and gave them to me. I took my glasses, and I called my boss, and I arranged to take the day off. So, in a couple of days, I’m going to sit in my lawn chair in the front of my house with my glasses and thank the Lord for the wonderful universe he created.

1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Gen 1:1



Train Ride

My sister passed away six years ago. When she passed away, she was in a nursing home. She was a quadriplegic, and so before going into the nursing home, she was cared for by various family members, including living with me in my home. She was physically disabled but not mentally disabled. To not burden family members any longer she made the decision to go into a nursing home. She was terrified because she had heard so many terrible things about life in a nursing home. But since she needed 24-hour care she decided that this would be best.

From the moment she arrived she received poor care. I was at the nursing home every day. After a couple of weeks of not getting adequate care, she made the decision that she wanted to escalate her problems up to the director. I supported the decision, and that’s what we did. The director got involved and came back with a plan of action. We didn’t realize at the time that this was a mistake. From the moment she voiced her complaint her care became worse. After she complained she would ring her bell for assistance but no one would answer. One day after ringing the bell numerous times and waiting several hours for help, a technician walked into her room and slammed her hand on the wall turning her light off. She then walked out of the room slamming the door behind her. Once the door was closed, she yelled, “Put this in your pipe and smoke it!”

When my sister told me this, I was livid! I was fighting mad and ready to duke it out with the technician and the director! However, my sister was totally against it. Her response to me was, “Let’s pray about it.” I took a breath and joined my sister in prayer. We prayed for the staff and the treatment of all of the patients in the nursing home. We continued to pray this prayer both together and individually.

One day when visiting my sister, she told me that the woman who had slammed the door and told her, “Put this in your pipe and smoke it,” was on her way home from work when she stopped at a railroad track to let a train go by. A car behind her was speeding and rammed into her car, and her car rammed into the train. The car was dragged several feet. Thank God, no one was hurt. After the accident the woman never returned to work.

We both looked at each other realizing that this was an answered prayer. We counted and realized that everyone who provided poor treatment was gone. They either quit, got fired or were sent to another shift. I looked at my sister, and I said, “Well, I guess when you’re not being nice to God’s people you might end up taking an unwanted train ride.”