Just Like That

By Brenda W. McIntyre –

Haley’s seventh grade class was given an assignment to make a volcano. The middle school students were divided into groups and began to work on their projects. Haley’s group labored several afternoons, meeting after school to work on their volcano. Read more

Paid in Full

By Brenda W. McIntyre –

When our first child was born, we didn’t have health insurance. My husband had changed jobs and a new insurance policy did not cover the pre-existing condition of my pregnancy. In anticipation of our new arrival, we talked to my doctors about a payment plan and began pre-paying the hospital. Read more

Veronica’s Smile

By Brenda W. McIntyre –

Some days I wake up in the late morning hours feeling like my name should be changed to Israel. Those are the times I’ve spent sleepless nights wrestling with God. Not physically wrestling with Him as Jacob did in Genesis 32 when his name became Israel, but fighting an emotional battle. Read more

The Broken Unicorn

By Brenda W. McIntyre

Every child has a favorite thing they like, such as action figures or stuffed animals. Growing up, my preferred thing was unicorns. I had several unicorn collectibles on a shelf in my room. One day, for no particular reason, my daddy brought home a small green box with the picture of a unicorn on the front and back. Daddy was not the type to remember birthdays or spend time picking out Christmas presents. This gift wasn’t even wrapped. He simply said, “Here, you can have this.”

I could tell the box was previously opened. Reopening it, I pulled out something carelessly wrapped in tissue paper. Unwrapping the item revealed a three-inch tall unicorn atop an oval base, just as the pictures depicted. Tipping the mythical creature caused the lid on the base to open revealing a place for jewelry or other keepsakes. The only difference between the actual item and the images on the box was a crack down the side of the unicorn I held in my hand. I was filled with disappointment. Why had my daddy given me a broken gift? I wasn’t expecting anything, but receiving something damaged was an insult. I went to my room and cried. When I could shed no more tears, I placed the defective decoration on the shelf with my other unicorns.

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