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This article was originally published in the October 1982 issue of Moody Monthly magazine. Jenny lived for 13 more years after the article was written. You will see just the first page of the article below, but there’s also link where you can read it all. Read the entire article here I face an enemy daily, sometimes hourly. Perhaps you know him, too. Many are his names. So ubiquitous, so pervasive, so insidious is he that the New Testament identifies him six times as “Losing Heart.” Losing Heart invites us to embrace discouragement, agree to quitting, welcome defeat. His solicitations demand from us an emphatic “No!” Perhaps it [...] The late Ron Dunn, a preacher whom I highly esteem, coined a truism I frequently lean upon: Good and bad run along parallel tracks and often arrive about the same time. Though some had warned us, nothing could have prepared us for our first visit to the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. From children to [...] We began this year with expectant enthusiasm for learning Spanish as a second language. Imagine our surprise in being compelled to abandon our first enjoyable lessons and adapt to the convoluted lingo of a decidedly ominous tongue: cancer. My wife's unexpected diagnosis of kidney cancer in January set us on a fast track. First came surgery [...] It hardly seems as seems as if our 37 years together have come and gone so quickly, but sifting through old pictures this past week convinces me that they have. My hair was once black, but what few locks that age and stress have permitted to remain are now decidedly gray. We were young and in [...] Part of a heart-shaped pendant, the little watch ran scarcely an hour at a time. But I recall the day the mystery of its lethargy was solved. Though my wife enjoyed wearing the pendant watch, its marked tendency to sporadically stall diminished any real usefulness. In that pre-digital era, watches required regular winding, but hourly winding [...] Despite last week's boost of crisp October air, my first hike since a knee injury almost four years ago challenged me more than expected. Bowing to my wife's cautions, I had chosen a rather public place to hike–just in case. Nevertheless, intricate spider webs completely spanned the trail sporadically, proving that no hikers had recently traversed [...] |
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