Forget Not His Faithfulness: How Telling Stories Stirs Hope

“I’m not in control of the car.”One hour into our annual Thanksgiving road trip to North Carolina, my husband’s words interrupted my slumber. In a matter of seconds, our van, traveling over 70 mph, hit a patch of black ice, lost traction, slipped across the road, and slammed into the cable median, which spun us back onto the road — but now facing oncoming traffic. Regaining control of the car, my husband urged our now-totaled Toyota Sienna across two lanes of traffic and up a divinely appointed