It was summertime 1955, and the wind was picking up, while the clouds rolled by, foretelling of a storm coming.
I will. "Something is going to happen, but I will bring you back.
Jesus hovered amid the clouds and spoke gently but firmly.
Shortly, he called her name and motioned for her to look up.
Darlene noticed her five-year-old brother staring upwards.
As a sleepy-headed six year old, the small-framed girl walked across the lawn to where her grandmother was working quickly in the garden.
It was summertime 1955, and the wind was picking up, while the clouds rolled by, foretelling of a storm coming