In Church

By A. Foster

A young woman, very alone gets a certified letter. She has to go to town to the doctor's office. She is very, very afraid. While in town, life gets ahead of her, and instead of going to the appointment she leaves the office suddenly. Life took a turn.

Next thing she knows the postman is flying and her umbrella has come in handy.
"Meow"... Everything has a reason.
God does listen to prayers.
Miracles happen every day.
Be watchful...
You will see.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. Foster
• Release date: Sep 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463654026

A. Foster

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Know that you are a Child of the King!

Be comforted in your heart,

that your soul is in his Hands...!

In Church

This is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places, and incidents

are the products of the author's imagination only.

Copyright A. Foster

Thank you.

Martha Zayer was an older woman. She went to the church at the corner of 5th and main, every Sunday since she was six years old. Being a pillar of the church by way of just being there, she had it in aces. Showing up and attending. Martha paid her tithes as well. Never short God. He keeps a tally and an accounting. She did not gossip, but she did not talk either, to anyone.

Monday through Saturday, Martha lived way out past the four mile post. It was quiet, and no one drove out that way much. She had the same car her whole life. It drove her, or rather she drove it, from the house to the little sanctuary, without fail. After papa, passed away, she just slid over and took the wheel. Mama, had been gone forever. She had died when Martha was born. Now it was just Martha to drive the car…

Today was Friday, a bright and