Your help on good stories for WINGS Vol.2

I’m looking for the most popular, meaningful stories to put in the front of my WINGS Vol.2. Let me know which ones struck you the most or which ones you liked the best. Thanks so much. Even if you don’t remember the title if you give me a hint I can probably find it.

Thanks so much!

Love, Carolyn



Have you ever noticed how things can be going along really well and then the devil tries to invade your space and sneak something in on you? Until 3 months ago I had a wonderful exterminator girl. She was cheerful, came on the right day and always asked if there was more she could do. Then she got promoted.

The new exterminator guy came for two months and then on the third month I went outside to meet him. He immediately started huffing about how long my grass was in the back and how he has a difficult time ducking under my clothes line every time and the patio! Don’t even mention the patio. He has to actually walk around on the patio and go under the trellis. He’s tall and I’m short, so when he goes under the trellis I think some of the flowering vines hit him. He just could not stop complaining.

Well, yesterday he was supposed to come and he didn’t show up. The Lord says he’s fired. I don’t need that kind of person coming every month and putting those curses on my house!

About a year ago I was regularly going into the Starbucks to read the Bible and write. It was fine until one day when I was there, I looked up and this creepy guy was staring at me from outside. I tried to ignore him, but every time I looked up, there he was with big googly eyes looking right at me! Yuk. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing so I moved out of his line of vision. But then he came inside and sat right in the big easy chair that focused right on me! I couldn’t get a thing done and wasn’t smart enough to just turn my back on him or get out of there. I lost that battle.

The next several times when I went to study and write, similar things happened with different people at different locations. I got wise to what the devil was doing. He always goes too far and I catch him and nail him. The devil is never on our side! And to those of you who are Facebook users, the devil never clicks the “like” button for you. We are in a constant war with him.

In the end we win, but in each battle we need God’s wisdom of what to do. A person in the military or any competitive sport knows that battles get fought and won by different strategies. Winners are people who figure out the strategies that work. Often, as in tennis, the competitors’ skills are equal, but the ultimate winner is the one who endures mentally.

Our strategy is the wisdom of God. “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him” (James 1:5). So the next time the devil tries to invade your space or you get attacked, don’t let it go on for too long. Go to the Lord right away and find out His strategy for the battle. “In all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us” (Rom 8:37).

Love, Carolyn

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About a year ago, I was working on a gold leaf project with my union company. The project got delayed and I needed to find a filler job. I have a list of people I call for just this sort of situation and I knew the Lord was telling me to make the calls. But I was enjoying my time off and I was stalling. Somehow making those calls seemed too difficult and I was dreading it.

I took the coward’s way out and left messages on their home phones rather than just calling them direct on their cell phones. When no one called back I knew I was going to have to change my attitude. I was reluctant because doing the right thing meant stepping out of my comfort zone. I felt I was being pushed and I didn’t like it. I was tired and I was being stubborn.

Most of us have some residual stubbornness and rebellion in us. Our spiritual life changed when we got born again but our soul life, made up of our thoughts, emotions and will, still needs work. There are wounds that need healing. Even though we intuitively may know the situation is going to turn out great if we just obey, we allow ungodly stubbornness to get in the way.

When I didn’t make the proper phone calls I reminded myself of Jonah in the Bible. “Now the word of the Lord came unto Jonah saying, ‘Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it.’ But Jonah rose up to flee unto Tarshish from the presence of the Lord” (Jonah 1:1-3).

The people of Ninevah had a horrible reputation. Their brutality was renowned. Jonah didn’t want them to be forgiven and saved. He wanted them to be punished.

Jonah was pretty sure that if God was sending him there, the king would most likely repent, it would turn out good and God would forgive and save the city. It was God’s nature to forgive and Jonah didn’t want to be any part of God’s mercy right now.

But God didn’t let him go that easily. Jonah ended up in a near shipwreck, got swallowed by a whale and three days later got barfed up onto the beach. It was after this tumble of events that Jonah decided he better go ahead and do the thing God asked him to do. Like with me, the thing God asked of Jonah wasn’t a hard thing. It was something Jonah was used to doing. He just didn’t feel like doing it this time.

When we are rebellious or stubborn it’s because we value our own opinions and desires above the Lord’s. We haven’t yet totally learned or believed that He really does love us and always wants the very best for us.

We’ve learned not to trust people and we apply the same kind of attitudes toward God and the Lord Jesus Christ. We just don’t submit quickly but instead we hesitate, rebel or cross our arms and huff, digging our defiant heels in like a stubborn child that wants everything his way.

Finally after some stiff coaxing from the Lord, Jonah went to Nineveh, warned the king and the city was saved.

I’ve never had the Lord ask me to do something I couldn’t do.  More often than not, what He asks is something small. The devil likes to deceive us and make it look like a big deal, but most of the time it’s really not.

God loves us right where we are and only asks us to do things that end up blessing us—one small thing at a time.

I knew if I just made the phone calls, someone would have a fun and profitable job for me. Finally I did do the right thing and ended up with not one, but three jobs!

I know we want to do bigger things in our lives and God will help us to do them, but only when we’re ready. Even Jesus had to grow: “And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man” (Luke 2:52).

We grow by making a steady habit of saying yes to the small things without being stubborn or rebellious.

Being obedient is one way we can magnify the Lord’s personal presence in our lives.

Love, Carolyn



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Chris has been a friend for nearly 40 years. Last week he sent me this story of what happened to him over the 4th of July weekend:

My wife Jeanette and I just finished hosting a family reunion in the Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains and began to prepare for our trip to Colorado. We were planning to spend the July 4th weekend with our son in Denver. Tuesday June 30th I was restless all day on the road, stopping periodically along the way, once to get a temporary speaker for my car since my amplifier stopped working. That first night we spent west of Louisville, Kentucky. I couldn’t sleep very well. The bed was hard and small, but I was very restless.

Wednesday morning, the second day of our journey we ate breakfast at the hotel and hit the road. We made great time, but I began to not feel well. I felt very tired and I thought it had to do with me not sleeping the night before. However, I stayed tired and after laying down to sleep, I still wasn’t able to sleep well whatsoever.

Jeanette drove from the hotel where we stayed until we arrived outside of St Louis. I relieved Jeanette from driving; she isn’t comfortable driving through the city. I got us about 25 miles west of St Louis and let Jeanette drive again. I was amazed at how tired I was. I sat in the passenger side of the car, leaned the seat back with the sun roof wide open. I finally slept a little until the hat I was wearing over my eyes was sucked up through the sunroof and it woke me up. I was sad to lose it but it was kind of funny the way it happened.

We switched drivers again and made it to Junction City, Kansas, where we stayed the 2nd night on the road. Again, I had a very difficult time sleeping and I began to have symptoms which made me think I was constipated, yet I couldn’t relieve myself either. I cannot describe how I felt, but I was eating anti-acid tablets like candy.

On the 3rd day, Thursday, we arrived at our son’s home in Colorado about 5 pm. We were tired and hungry and went to this Chinese restaurant which was very good. I ate a very small plate. It satisfied me yet I felt, very weird. I was so uncomfortable. My abdomen was burning and I did not know why.

Friday came and the pain was excruciating, feeling like I had a hot rod burning the lower part of the inside of my abdomen. I continued to eat anti-acid tablets like candy and they did not help. I would lie down; I was unable to get comfortable nor to be relieved from the pain I was enduring. I was miserable to say the least.

Early that morning God told me if I didn’t get to the emergency room I would die. He told me two more times that day but I pretty much ignored Him and tried to endure.

My son went out and picked me up something at a dispensary which helped me sleep for about 5 hours. This was the 1st rest I had gotten in 4 days. But what I could not relieve was the excruciating pain in my abdomen.

Saturday morning, July 4th, the pain was so bad I could hardly take it.

God told me again, “Get to the E.R. or you’re going to die.” I felt like I had gas, constipated and eating anti-acid tablets like crazy. I still tried to endure but finally about 4 pm I told Jeanette, “I’m in so much pain I can’t take it anymore. Take me to the E.R. Right then my son came in, took one look at me and told my wife, “Get dad to E.R. NOW! So Jeanette took me to the satellite emergency room about a mile up the road.

When we went in they asked me my problem, I explained how I felt like I had an extreme bowl obstruction and I couldn’t urinate. So they took me into the E.R. After a short time I received some pain medication which caused concern because they thought I was not breathing right, so they gave me oxygen. I woke up and they took me in for x-rays to see what my issue was.

Well after a good while the E.R. doc came in and said they were going to give me a cat scan and I went back to the room. The E.R. doc returned and said he spoke with the surgeon and I will go straight into surgery. I found out my gallbladder had to be removed. Jeanette asked, “Do we have any options?” The doctor said, “NO. He is going straight into surgery!”

The ambulance arrived about 8 pm and less than an hour later the surgeon took me right into the Operating room.

The next thing I knew I woke up and saw Jeanette and I do not recall much else other than sleeping until 3 am when one of the doctors came in to see me. He explained to me some of what I went through, but I was out of it and boy was I tired. I know over the next 2 days I slept constantly and was awake very little.

My surgeon Dr. Georgescu came in to see me Sunday afternoon and explained to me how bad off I was. He said I most definitely would have not lasted 24 hours if I didn’t get to the E.R. He blew my mind when he said he was praying for me. When he opened me up he said that he asked God to help him remove my gallbladder. He said my gallbladder was dead; it was black gangrene, just plain dead. Dr. Georgescu was amazed that it had not leaked into my whole system. But it did infect my blood stream and they treated my system for 8 days for severe infection.

Finally I realized God had been telling me several times before I went to the E.R. that I would die if I didn’t get help. I realize so much more now. Why is it that after the fact we realize not only what was going on but we see more clearly how God was intervening?

As a believer I have never knowingly doubted, but obviously we are human and yes, we do screw up. But for me, through this experience I would like to think that I have become more aware of God being at work in my life. I am again looking to Him for everything, no matter how small.

My expectations are that I will act on God’s word more consistently. I hope to more faithfully ask for His guidance and direction and act on it.

The revelation warning that I got was combined as a still small voice and a knowing. I realized where I lacked in my walk with God and how much I need to grow.

I am most thankful for how much God loves me and loves to bless me. He doesn’t want anything to harm me. His love is so much bigger than I give Him credit for. I am so thankful to be alive and up and around and doing great.

Love you very much, In Christ!


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God tells us, “Every man should enjoy the good of all his labor, it is the gift of God” (Ecc 3:13). How often have we not taken the time to do this?

We enjoy the money we get from a job but there’s lots of jobs where we don’t get paid with money and we need to take a minute to acknowledge and celebrate those too. What about the small, seemingly insignificant work we do throughout a day? God says we are to enjoy the good of ALL our labor.

Just yesterday at work I mentioned to Wendy that this one guy seems to never crack a smile. He’s in a wheelchair and went by us several times during the day. Even when I smiled at him, I got no reaction, as if I wasn’t even there. But the very last time in the day when he went by us I smiled again and made a joke and sure enough he lightened up, smiled and even responded to my goofy remark. Wendy and I celebrated by getting all giggly and doing a little celebration dance at our accomplishment. That was fun.

We aren’t supposed to just work and work and work until we exhaust ourselves. Most of us need to celebrate more. God says we’re supposed to “ENJOY THE GOOD OF ALL HIS [OUR] LABOR, not just the good from the paycheck we get from our jobs, but the good we get from anything we work at. Do we get a good feeling of accomplishment? The satisfaction of a small victory? Do we get a thank you from someone? Happiness in a new skill learned? Do we feel good about doing something we’ve been putting off for a while? There are many good results from our labors and lots of reasons to celebrate because we work at a variety of tasks.

Just think of some things you work at: Do you work at exercising? Eating well? Reading the Bible? Praying? Going to bed on time? Do you work at not gossiping? At paying your bills on time? Do you work at saying something kind every day? Do you work at spending more time with your kids?

Think of 2 things you worked at today. Whatever it was, God says we need to take the time to CELEBRATE. It’s His gift to us. We can say, “Hey, I did pretty well at that. Great job! You did it!” The Lord wants us to be blessed and this is just one way He’s given us to put a little more joy in day.

Love, Carolyn

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Our good friend Valerie from back East was in town for work and came by the shop to visit Donna and me. She broke down in tears as she expressed her fears. Her ex-husband is an alcoholic. He is sober sometimes but then lies about being sober at other times. She really needed to take this job and had to leave her three kids with him for the four days and one of the kids was sick.

When she spoke with him on the phone she could tell by his slurred words that he’d been drinking and she was terrified something could happen to the kids. Besides that, her new husband was just laid off his job and she’s was so worried they wouldn’t have the money for bills or to properly take care of the 8 kids they have between them. She told us her world was falling apart. What did I do?

To be honest, I was caught off guard and didn’t do the right thing. I was caught in the downhill spiral and felt a little overwhelmed myself. Donna and I said we felt so bad for her and we would pray. She left and I felt this emptiness as I saw her walk away. I prayed for Valerie that night but I still had a niggling feeling that things weren’t quite right with how I handled the situation. I felt Donna had done the right thing but it was me. Somehow I missed something.

I didn’t realize what it was until three days later. Jesus told me what was wrong. I’m a minister and I should have taken her outside away from where all the other people were (accept Donna of course), and prayed right there. That was when she really needed it.

Jesus let me know that I’d messed up big time and I needed to repent, which I did. Of course I felt terrible and I had to apologize to Valerie too. I’d lost the opportunity to minister to my friend at her point of need.

I was reminded of James 2:15-16 where it says, “If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food, and you say to that person, ‘God be with you! I hope you stay warm and get plenty to eat,’ but you do not give what that person needs, your words are worth nothing.” As it says in Hebrews 1, “NOW faith is,” not later when I get around it it.

This experience was a great wake-up call for me. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. But Jesus has given us the ability to overcome our weaknesses. My strength is in my writing. My weakness is in thinking on my feet and acting immediately. But I’m determined, with Jesus’ help to change that, “redeeming the time, because the days are evil” (Eph 5:16).

I don’t want to be “unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is” (Eph 5:17). “And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake” (Rom 13:11). “Let the weak say, I am strong” (Joel 3:10). I hope this story is helpful to you and I know we’ll all be ministering more quickly and efficiently in the love of Christ.

Have a great week.

Love, Carolyn

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Summer of 1969. The orientation at my new college was over and I was headed back to the dorm. I was a stranger and alone in that Illinois farm town, a displaced hippie from San Francisco. Peace, love and Jesus had been my life for some time now and I felt out of place here. I toted a big leather, fringed handbag that I’d made myself. I wore my combat boots under a long paisley skirt. My hair was long, my legs and armpits unshaven and I was a California flower child.  But no flowers for me on this day.

It was a sticky hot July and I was anxious to get back to the air conditioning. A car pulled up as I walked along, “You want a ride?” I hesitated at first but I was from San Francisco where hitchhiking was my norm for transportation. I said, “Okay, thanks,” and got in. Big mistake.

As we drove toward the edge of town I said, “This isn’t the way to the dorm.” And I panicked. There were three of them and I was in the back seat. I quickly opened the door and tried desperately to get out. I scraped my boot and twisted my leg trying to escape. One of them grabbed me and pulled me back in. He threatened me and locked the door.

All I could see was corn fields. The car stopped. “Me first,” the cocky one in the front said. He exchanged seats with the guy in the back and raped me. Then the second one did the same. Frankly, the details are a blur. Then it was the third guy’s turn.

I could feel his hesitation. The other two got out of the car and I just started witnessing to the kid. I told him the Lord Jesus wouldn’t be too happy with him if he went through with this. I told him God loved him and had better things in mind for him. I told him enough about the Lord’s love and got him born again right there.

Without touching me, he yelled out to his friends that he was done. They got back in the car and he talked them into driving me back to town. The cocky one threatened to find me and kill me if I ever told. I had to go back to school there the very next month so I never told—I was too scared. The nightmares came but I eventually healed.

When I look back, I wonder how I had the nerve to talk to a rapist about my Lord Jesus. But it just happened and that night changed his life forever. Fortunately for me, I didn’t get pregnant or have health or mental issues as a result of the rape. I was just thankful to be alive.

But the most amazing thing to me was that in the midst of this terrifying situation I got this young man born again. It was my fault for getting into the car, but the Lord Jesus was with me and it was the mercy and love of God that got me out and brought another lost soul with me to the Lord Jesus Christ.

And if any of you three ever read this, I forgive you and pray that today you are doing God’s will in your life. Or if not, I pray that you will.

Love, Carolyn

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