Tim McConnell, the hospice chaplain, lowered the bedside rails so he could lean in closer. “I’m not ready to die.” Dale gripped the minister’s arm. “I wish I could know definitely for sure that I’m going to heaven.” Tim leaned … Continue reading →
“Where am I?” “Southeast Memorial, Intensive Care Unit,” the nurse said, opening the window blinds. “Why?” I shielded my eyes from the glaring sun. “Was I in an accident?” She walked to the side of my bed and began a … Continue reading →
George knelt by his bed with his open Bible before him. He discovered TodayCanBeDifferent.net only two weeks ago, but he was already making progress. He had already lost two pounds, and he just knew that (this time) he would reach … Continue reading →
