Before school started this summer, I was asked to speak to the teachers of a Christian academy. The woman who introduced me mentioned my professional background; from 1979 through 1983 I had written and voiced more than a thousand two-minute radio features called "Kaye Johns--Food, Fashion and Family." The features were heard in our area, and the family anecdotes were personal. Perhaps as many as six times I shared happenings from the difficult but often victorious life of our daughter, Shannon, a slower learner who is remarkable in many ways.

After I spoke, Dawn, one of the teachers, came up to me and said, "I have to know about your daughter. Where is she?" Dawn had heard one of my radio features at least 17 years ago. Her daughter was the same age as Shannon, and she said as she looked at her own daughter, she wept for ours. Both daughters are now adults, but Dawn has been praying for Shannon, whom she has never seen, through all these years.

Only God could touch the heart of one of His own like that. What loving tenderness does it reveal about His heart, as well as Dawn’s? In those years He knew Jim and I were only church attenders--just ordinary, decent people who were inconsistent in prayer and who knew nothing of a personal relationship with Him. He knew we didn’t understand about Him or about prayer--and He touched someone who did.