Once a month, I receive a small magazine called Guideposts. When reading through the editorial, one point in particular caught my attention; he said, "We are our stories." That brings me to my devotion today: I would like to share a small portion of my own story.

I grew up in a home where my mother was a woman of strong faith, and, even though some people say you cannot bargain with God, she always claimed that she did. In the 1940's, she was critically ill with a burst gallbladder and was not given much time to live. When she heard the news, she was devastated! There were four little girls at home who needed her. Her own mother and baby brother had died in the flu epidemic in 1916. Consequently, she and her sister were separated from their other brothers and were placed in separate foster homes.