I began to notice more good stuff going on in Lomalinda.
God was offering me new opportunities. He was offering me a new perspective, a new way to do Life. A new attitude. New goals.
It took me a few weeks to figure that out, but God patiently waited for me to notice.
As Rachel said: Martin
I had longed for familiar faces, familiar voices, and especially familiar smells. But instead, only a strange odor had wafted through our windows—a thick, pungent, sweet, moist stink. Was it decay?
That sticky, moldering smell radiated out of the earth and crawled in the air and forced its way into our house and our noses and clung to our clothes and bedding and furniture. For days it had made my stomach sick and left me light-headed.
The dense, damp reeking of the place threatened to overpower me.
But then, a