Skunks and Other Precious Gifts

Beverly Tuitman

READ : John 3:13-21   Robby, the 19-year-old mentally handicapped young man with whom I worked, was tall and lanky, with the gentle spirit of a small child. When asked what he wanted for his birthday, he replied, “A skunk, Bev, I want a skunk.” Right then I knew that nothing else would do. For weeks we searched every store in the mall for a stuffed skunk until my husband found one in an exclusive gift shop. He wouldn’t tell …

Kingdom Co-Workers

Beverly Tuitman

READ : Ephesians 4:1-14   It was a beautiful, crisp, sunny October day as the participants began arriving for the annual Elim Invitational Track Meet. Six or seven other schools for people with handicaps had been invited, and excitement filled the air as the runners climbed off the busses. Those of us, students and staff, who were not running that day had a job to do also. We were positioned along the course to help show the runners the way, …

Loving Arms

Beverly Tuitman

READ : Isaiah 26:1-9   I hadn’t been to the cabin for some time, and as the door swung open, the dampness of the dark hallway sent a shiver down my spine. I turned up the thermostat, opened the shades, and started a fire in the fireplace. Unpacking and putting a few groceries into the cabinets took only a couple of minutes. Still shivering, I opened the closet, took out a big comforter, wrapped it around me and curled up …

Wind Beneath My Wings

Beverly Tuitman

READ : Joshua 1:1-9   When I was little, I longed to become a teenager. The time arrived, but then I wished to be an independent young adult. Next I longed for marriage, my own home, and motherhood. As each stage of life was accomplished, I found another stage looked better. What I really wanted was perfection, and I thought it could be attained by entering another phase of life. Looking around now, I realize it isn’t easy to be …

Forgiven

Beverly Tuitman

READ : Psalm 32:1-11   Once there was a fourth-grade girl who liked to write poems and stories. Each month she was asked to write something for the school newspaper. She received much praise and liked it. One month, though she tried very hard, she could not think of anything to write. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to admit failure, she copied a wonderful poem out of a children’s magazine and handed it in as her own. …