Waking up, Miss Madison anticipated a good day, She would get a call from the sub caller asking her to sub in any glass under third grade. She would even check the app to see fi there was any assignment. Her heart beat in time. As she enjoyed her time with her sister, she checked the app. A job assignment for a third grade class. Her day would be good.
After she packed a lunch and put on her winter cold as the morning temps dipped to a mid thirties. She would walk to the bus station and make it time. She lived in a time when wearing the governing authorities mandated people would wear a mask, but she wore a face shield. She still would have a good day.
She met the class that morning. They looked like they would be good and not give her too many problems. Third grade math she could handle and as long as the teacher had put together the plans, she would teach with confidence. The learning director was her favorite. She had known her from another school and all the other third grade teachers were such a big help. She would definitely have a good day.
Miss Madison prayed for favor. Her feet would hurt if she had to help out the P.E teacher or do ten minutes of yard duty, but the favor wasn't there. On the lesson plan, the teacher wrote she would have to assist the P.E teacher and then later ten minutes of yard duty yet she would still have a good day.
But it ended the minute she got on the bus. The bus driver in the morning, never questioned her wearing a face shield, and neither did a driver of a smaller bus ask her, but as soon she got on the last bus, the driver asked, "Do you have a mask?" Since when did bus drivers say she couldn't wear a shield? It just made her day worst. Feeling a little grouchy, she complied. She couldn't wait to get off the bus. She already had issues with the bus fare machine, telling her every time her valid card was invalid, but he added to it.
Miss Madison decided, she needed to listen to her mp3 player so she walked to a bench outside the transfer station and took it out and turn it on. It was on her way home, she realized she had forgotten her shield. She would have love to leave it behind but until people stop mandating mask, she needed it. When she went back to get it, a four-engine train just happened to speed down the tracks. Just great. One more thing to make her day worst,
Miss Madison will always have bad and good days, but she is grateful for one thing: Jesus loves her no matter how she responds to her day. This is the day that the Lord has made and she will rejoice and be glad in it.
This is based on the events of Miss Madison written as a story
"Show good Christian values and tells of the need to pray" A review from Amazon
As Julie worshipped God, she fell into a trance. The hair on the back of her neck lifted as she had a vision of a man with a man getting off a train. “Who is he?”
“This man wants nothing more than to have you for himself.”
“Is this the same man who stalked me?”
“Yes. And he is back for vengeance.”
“Why? What have I done? Wasn’t he arrested?”
“Eric still loves you, and this man will do anything to destroy him.”
Julie lost her breath. “But he is serving a two-year jail time!”
“That doesn’t matter to him. You must be on guard and continue to abide in me.”
As the vision ended, God gave her the strength to pray. He had protected her before. He would do it again. She was not about to leave Marysville. It had become her home. She had dated Andrew for a year now, and she was ready for a proposal. She had a job she left. It wouldn’t be fair if she left Marysville like she left Montana. God would have her back.
Julie closed her eyes and uttered words no human could understand....
Julie didn't learn about the power of prayer until she met Beth Miller and became friends with her. Julie needed God's protection because her ex-boyfriend's (or was he?) half brother followed her to California all the way from Montana with the intent to harm her. If she didn't seek God's protection by praying and staying in His presence, the villain would win out, and we wouldn't want that, would we?
I am a person of prayer too. My mother taught my sister and I the importance of prayer, but I learn another form of prayer, one that would confound the enemy and could read about that in my books. It's called praying in tongues. 1st Corinthians 14:13-19, Paul wrote that if we pray in tongues, we should also pray in own her language. Praying in the tongues confuses the enemies. he only knows the language of the earth because he is carnal and not spiritual, but the Holy Spirit knows what we are praying. (Read Romans 8).
Prayer should be an important part of every believer's life and I show it in my books. In book one and two Julie needed it for protection, but prayer is not a one way communication. It's a not a wish list where a person prays, "Dear God, please heal my husband, please give me an increase income," etc. Of course God wants to heal, but he wants to speak to you to and see that in my books. You'll see that God speaks to my characters because I know he speaks to me. He speaks to us in more than one ways. (Read Encounter God about the ways God speaks to us)
If you have never spoke in tongues, it starts with the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Once you receive that, you are endowed with the language of the Spirit. For more information on Praying in other tongues read Acts 2.
Author of the Second Chance Series and owner of Unique Pen Press.