alls in the trauma unit of the hospital where I worked were hushed. I made my rounds to the sounds of beeping cardiac monitors, hissing ventilators and the muted whispers of concerned relatives. It was a somber, chilly place many people would find upsetting. But as I entered a room to check on a patient, it felt like an escape. Here, at work, I knew God was supporting our patients and their families. It took
He Makes Winds His Messengers
That Saturday morning, I folded three $20 bills together for the farrier and slid them into my back jeans pocket with my phone. I headed out to the barn, where my horse Whiskey would get her hooves cared for later in the day. First I saddled her up f