Hearing a voice from home

    I graduated the 29th of May, 1942 and left the 30th of May, 1942 for Washington, D.C. and a job with the Veteran’s Administration. I was 18 and on my own riding on a bus to a new life away from home. I never thought I would ever be homesick; I was too busy seeing new people and places and learning my first real job to think about home.
    But a year passed and suddenly one day I was so homesick I didn’t know what to do. Then I remembered the “telephone.” I called Beardstown’s phone number (no dial) and suddenly a voice said, “Number please.” It was a voice from home. I didn’t know who she was, just a voice, and even though my grandmother’s phone was disconnected, the voice from home was all I needed to make the home sickness go away.

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“Jesus did not simply die to save us from our sins; Jesus lived to save us from our sins. His life and teaching show us the way to liberation.” (Rachel Held Evans, Inspired, p. 155)