If I could express to other Postal Employees one important thing, it would be that God has not
given us a spirit of fear. I listen to the fear and desperation in the voices of the management in our
district office. Those men and women have no peace in the Lord. God’s people have nothing to fear.
Even when I was the very lowest PTF, God put a protective covering over me and opened every door in
an incredibly miraculous way.

God put me in the US Postal Service twenty five years ago. He didn’t put me here so someone
could ruin my life. I don’t have to fear and neither does anyone else who trusts in Him. I’ve seen one
miracle after another in my postal career. I’ve done spiritual battle with the worst, and God has, in
every situation, given me the victory.

Those victories began on a single day, twenty five years ago when I was walking out to my
mail box, talking to God about needing a job. The rural carrier was coming so I waited. As she stopped
her car, she shouted, “You have to go to work for the Postal Service.” She had such a dumbfounded
expression on her face, I knew that she had no idea why she said that to me.

I believed God was telling me to do just that so I told Him, “If that’s what You want, than You’ll
have to help me.”

I had no idea how to apply or what the requirements were. I found out that the Postal Exam
was being given in the university auditorium, but on that day, I suddenly became too sick to get out of
bed. So, I asked God why He let that happen. I told Him that if He wanted me to work for the Postal
Service, He’d have to open the doors. That evening I was in the store, choosing cat food when a lady
said, “Don’t buy that kind. It damages the urinary system.”

I told her that I missed the Postal Service exam. I asked myself why I was telling her my
problems, but I understood instantly when she blurted out, “It’s a good thing you missed that test. I
gave it. There are 3,000 people ahead of you. But, I’ll tell you how to get ahead of all of them.”

God opens doors for those who trust Him. The very next day I began my federal employment
career. It hasn’t been easy for me but every step of the way, God has been with me. I have had the
worst, incredibly awful experiences with “unqualified …” (Postal employees will understand this
statement), but through it all, God has given me the victories and He will not let me down, or you, if you
trust Him.

It’s from those experiences that I came to understand the power God has given us through faith.
Faith, Jesus told us, is the power behind our prayers. If we believe without a doubt, we can move a
mountain. We can move the mountain that is sitting on top of God’s people in the US Postal Service if
we ask in the name of Jesus for it to be thrown into the sea and we believe it is being removed even as
we pray.

Within the pages of the novel Finding Dwain I placed this secret of faith. Teenager, Dane
Campbell understood that to have faith is to not have doubt. He asked God, in the name of Jesus and

believed he’d receive what he asked for. He didn’t mope around complaining about the situation, he
prepared for his blessing.

Worrying about what is going to happen after we take this Postal problem to the Lord, is not an
expression of faith. I pray without doubt. I don’t know what’ll happen to others in the Postal Service,
but I know without a doubt that God will take care of me. I have again and again prayed for God to give
a mean boss or coworker the desire to find something better to do. Every time, that person suddenly
had the desire to transfer. One Post Master suddenly got the most unbelievable desire and thrilled the
whole office when she retired to babysit her grandchild.

I never asked God to bring a hammer down on someone’s head for mean things said or done to
me. It was easier to just ask that the person be given an offer that is too good to be true. Sometimes I
even asked for that person to be exceptionally happy with the move. I always was.

US Postal Employees, please ask God before you take an early retirement. It might be an offer
that’s too good to be true but it might also be that offer you’ve been waiting for. Christians, remember
that God has not given us a spirit of fear.

Join me in asking God to remove our mountain and cast it into the sea. We shouldn’t be
stopped from providing service and that’s what our heavy mountain is trying to do.

As you know, I’m a Postal clerk at a time when the Postal Service is struggling. We’re cut back to where I’m wore out most of the time but I still get in a little writing late in the evening.

I’m writing a series I’ve named, The Chronicles of Obonon.

The next step for Finding Dwain is production as a Christian movie.

After that, a sequel for Finding Dwain.

I reply to all all those who register on this website and welcome e-mail correspondence.

The fifty-five-year-old farmer patiently pretended he hadn’t heard a word she said. For the fourth time, emphasizing her determination by slamming a file folder down on her desk, she said, “I cannot give you information on a child that has been adopted. You told me to place that baby seventeen years ago. Every time you come in here, I tell you it is illegal for me to give you any information. What makes you think it is legal today, when it wasn’t yesterday or a month ago or sixteen years ago, when you suddenly decided you made a mistake by giving him away?”      

Brent leaned forward, rubbing the light afternoon stubble on his chin. “What is the legal age? How old does Dwain have to be for us to contact him?”

 She gasped. “I . . . I just don’t understand why you keep asking me. You cannot contact an adopted child. Period. End of subject. Now, I want you to leave. I have important work to do.”

 Five-year-old Tammy Rae rushed into the office on abnormally short legs, holding up little arms for Grandpa to lift her. As he set her onto his lap, she excitedly showed him a book the receptionist had given her to read. “It’s about puppies. I can read it to you.” Moving her stunted little fingers under the words, she read excitedly, “Four puppies in a box.”

 He shifted her on his lap to keep eye contact with the woman he privately referred to as “Zelda, the witch.” He said calmly, to not frighten the little girl, “Zelda, people make mistakes. I made a mistake. I didn’t understand about dwarfism. It was an honest mistake. But you knew the baby wasn’t mine to give away. Jeff had to consent before you could take his baby.”

He looked down and said softly to Tammy Rae, “Yes, honey, I see the puppies. What color are the ribbons they’re wearing?”

Looking up he said, “You have to accept your share of the blame in this, Zelda. I was taking Dwain home when you showed up at the hospital and told me, in your experience, you were certain that I wouldn’t be able to cope with the baby’s handicap. I didn’t know you then,”—he let his eyes tell her what he thought of her—“so I had no reason not to believe you when you said the state could care for him better than we could.”

 Referring to the little one he held, he said, “This one and her sister Teresa could read before they were four years old. Teresa is in the fifth grade.”

The woman stiffened. “I have seen Teresa. I am fully aware of how well she is doing in school, and I am also aware of the fact that neither of your granddaughters have had the physical problems that boy was born with.” She looked sharply at the young receptionist leaning to lift the little girl into her arms. “In the future, Miss Jennings, you will not come into my office when I am talking with a client.”

“I’m sorry.” The young lady smiled painfully as she carried Tammy Rae out of the office. To Brent she whispered, “I’ll read to her.”

“Now, as I was saying.” Zelda motioned to the file cabinet. “You gave that baby up because you did not want to bother with future medical problems, and you did not want to pay for operations.”

He sighed. “My daughter was sixteen years old and had just given birth to twins. My wife passed away when Sara was fourteen. You told us that the most we could handle was one of those babies.”

She glared at him. “No, you knew the normal boy would be able to help you on your farm, but that little one would be nothing but trouble. So if you don’t mind, I have work to do. If, I hear of a new law that allows me to tell you the location of an adopted child, I will be in contact with you.”