April 23, 2007
Discovering Peace THE YEAR WAS 1992, and work was completed on the house that would soon be home to TFC students who were children of missionaries serving overseas. I had felt the burden for such a haven, and the need to trust God continually for each dollar was overwhelming. I was experiencing worry, doubt, and frustration. I stood on the bank of a creek and cried out to God for the needs of Paradise Mountain Ministries. I watched the water gently lowing over the rocks of the creek bed, and observed there was no struggle for the water as it