The year is 1988. Rhonda and I are sitting in church on the last day of a mission’s conference. We know what is coming next as we have attended several previous conferences.
I begin to squirm. The Holy Spirit is all over me. The battle is waging in my head. Doubts are surfacing. The enemy is pulling out all the stops. It’s a full frontal attack. I begin questioning that still small voice. I am wondering whether or not I can actually go through with the action to which Rhonda and I had both agreed.







