Esther M. Bandy

As we sailed to the Bahamas, the salty breeze blew our son’s blonde hair, and his hazel eyes sparkled. Billy waved to seagulls swooping in the air, laughed at dolphins jumping through waves, and entertained his grandparents. My dad anchored his 44-foot sailboat in Marsh Harbour, then we all rode to the dock in dad’s […]

Marlene Bagnull is a wonderful Christian author. She’s also directed sixty-eight Christian writers’ conferences. In Write and Live His Answer NOW, Marlene wrote twenty chapters about issues that affect our culture. In addition, she invited over 25 Christian authors to address important issues. I’m thankful for the opportunity to contribute a chapter, and I’ve shared

A dozen children finished their snacks and ran outside to play. They’d been coming to our weekly Bible club for almost three months, and they eagerly played games, ate snacks, and listened to Bible lessons. Many of them had trusted in Christ and were growing in their faith. After they left, I heard a loud

Hello family and friends. I’m sorry I haven’t written any new blog posts lately. We’ve been very busy. Today I’m sharing something I wrote last year about an experience my family and I had when we were missionaries in Mexico. My true story was recently published in the anthology Experiencing God’s Presence: True Stories of

Another Christmas has come and gone. Now another year is upon us. At Christmas we remembered the babe in the manger and marveled at His miraculous incarnation. Now look beyond the manger and discover the Lord Jesus Christ as revealed from Genesis through Revelation. The Lord is Emmanuel, the eternal Word made flesh to dwell

“What’s for dinner, Honey?” I glanced at my husband, then I took another look around the kitchen. A small amount of flour remained in the canister, and a little milk, two eggs, and a solitary onion stared at me from the fridge. To make matters worse, our wallets were empty, and the checkbook wasn’t going

When I was four, my five-year-old brother used Daddy’s matches to light our sister’s red dress on fire. He never liked that dress. Everything in the closet erupted in flames, then the fire spread throughout the bedroom. While I ran next door to Granny’s house to get Mama, my brother tried to put the fire

The blazing sun shone through the windows of the home we were renting in Morelia, Mexico. Someone knocked on the front door, and I went to answer it. Four dirty, shoeless boys with ragged clothes stared at me with big brown eyes. The tallest boy stepped forward. “Do you have food?” I nodded. “Come in.

More than forty-five years ago, my husband and I waited for the results of my pregnancy test. We were elated when it was positive. We read books about pregnancy, compared the signs in the books with signs from my body, and prepared the nursery for our baby’s arrival. As the days flew by, our anticipation

Two hopeless men on the road to Emmaus Downcast, despairing, they talked as they walked. A third man came near and walked along with them. “Why are you sad, and of what do you talk?”   “We thought it was He, our beloved Messiah, But since he is dead, our hope is now gone.” He