Story by Peter Simpson
Ohio Conference
“Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered” (Rom. 8:26, NKJV).
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” (Phil. 4:13, NKJV).
Philippians 4:13 helps me achieve so many things. When I take a test in school, I always think about this verse to remind me that God will help me do well. Or if I have a competition and I am scared, I think of this verse to remind me that God is on my team. God can help me through anything.
In my young 10-year-old life, I have been taught that God’s grace is His free gift to all, and that I have a chance to receive His blessings. The grace of God is sufficient for all my needs and covers all my errors, sins and mistakes. God’s grace is with everyone, so He will stand for us, no matter what.
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable then they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” (Matt. 6:26–27, NIV).
This is my favorite Bible verse, as it became my mantra in 2017. My husband moved from Iowa to Columbus, Ohio, to take a job at Amazon. One month after he started, he had a stroke while he was at work. The stroke changed every part of our lives. I became the breadwinner. He became dependent on me for basically everything. As my carnal nature is to worry all the time, this verse gave me great comfort, and I felt that God was helping me realize my need to depend on Him always.
“Before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear” (Isa. 65:24, KJV).
My husband and I live in rural Ohio with our two daughters, sons-in-law and five delightful granddaughters. Our family farm is named “Winds of Faith Farm.” One day, God did something incredible.
I was busy in the house in southern Ohio, when all of a sudden my youngest granddaughters, Lydia and Gabrielle, bolted through the front door with terror on their young faces.
They screamed that our beloved mini-horse Dumplin had somehow gotten out of his stall and was galloping toward the road. The thought of what my granddaughters might witness was too much! But what to do?