The Extraordinary Deaths of Mrs. Kip

by Sara Brunsvold

Clara smiled, feeling the lightness in her heart—that sensation of the Lord’s hand at work, orchestrating his people to be part of a generous answer to prayer.

The woman grabbed her arms and burst into eager words directed at the ceiling in a language Clara did not understand. Just as quickly, she switched back to English and looked at Clara in earnest. “I ask God for help. I ask him, and you came.” A warm sensation spread through Clara—a feeling she would come to recognize later as the breeze of God’s hand moving things and people into place.

The grave is not my final home. I want to live as if I believe that. By God’s grace, I will live because I believed that.”

“That may not sound extraordinary to some people, Miss Kelley, but we should never underestimate the life-changing gift of friendship.”

Unless you’ve been through something like that, it’s hard to understand what it’s like. Every minute detail of your existence is ripped away and replaced with something foreign. You begin to wonder if you’re even the same person.”

God was connecting the chapters he was authoring in the girl’s days. Threads weaving seamlessly as only the Master can do.

always let the LORD guide me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.’”