This article by Rebecca Jones was first published in Presbyterian Church in America’s Messenger, May 1991. I remember reading it but I was only 19 years old then. Now, with 5 kids of my own, I can actually relate. This brought tears to my eyes as I realized my own struggle is no different than my mother's.    As a child, I always loved the Lord. One vivid childhood memory  stands out. With the rest of my tearful family, I am at the bottom of  the stairs of our home in Pennsylvania. A hurricane rages outside.  Floods are pouring into our basement. Yet we are only aware that the  doctor is upstairs examining my little seven-month-old sister—will she  live or die? Each of us prayed fervently that evening. I begged my Father in  heaven to spare my baby sister. The following morning a surgeon  performed exploratory surgery and discovered intussusception —in time! My  sister Anne is now the mother of five. From the moment her life was saved, I knew God was there and that he  loved my fa...
A pessimist's pursuit of joy