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My goal is to share encouragement, grace, and hope from God’s Word, and to brighten your day. Mission trips abroad have enlarged my heart and reminded me once again that regardless of our skin color or location we all need a savior, and His name is Jesus. I pray that my articles will lift your spirits and point you to the One who loves you most.

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Hope is on the way by fran sandin

Hope on the Way: Devotions To Go
by Fran Sandin

Throughout many travels with her husband, Jim, Fran Sandin encountered unique situations and interesting people.

And little tidbits of God's truth along the way!

Join the excursion into these fifty-two devotional stories, whether you're a seasoned journeyer or an armchair traveler, and explore the possibilities of the path on which God has placed you.

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Click to Read Fran's Guest Post On Tammy Kennington's Blog Site

Listen to Fran's interview on A Time To Dream Podcast Scroll down to the 10-8-2020 podcast.

Listen to Fran's interview on Never Ever Give Up Hope with Carol Graham, where I was interviewed regarding a journey from Crisis to Construction, 2020.

Listen to Fran’s January 4, 2020 live radio interview with Nancy Solari, CEO of Living Full Out, Inc. Nancy lives in Oregon, is blind, and after participating in a communications career, started her own show to assist others in overcoming various life challenges. The interview includes commercials and a couple of call-in’s to Nancy in her capacity as a Life Coach before Fran’s interview begins.

Read Fran's 9/9/2018 Devotional on ARISE Devos website

Read Fran's 8/26/2018 Devotional on ARISE Daily Devos website

Read Fran's 7/14/2018 Devotional on ARISE Daily Devos website

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Sailing Toward Friendship and Joy

by Fran Sandin

“Me? Become a first mate on a sailboat? You must be kidding.”

Those were my first thoughts when my husband, Jim, told me he wanted to learn how to sail. Since he is a naval history buff, I thought he had just read too many books about the ocean.

My wildest water adventures were on a fishing boat in Uncle Charlie’s stock pond and the Log Ride at Six Flags. Just thinking about deep water scared me. I could swim a little, but not well enough. I thought maybe Jim’s desire would diminish, but it did not.

In the meantime, I saw a sailing magazine that featured the photo of two young ladies dressed in immaculate white slacks with blue and white striped shirts. They were lounging on the deck of a yacht, smiling, evidently having fun. Then I thought…well, I can do that!

So, we packed our bags and headed for the week-long sailing school in Hilton Head, South Carolina. The first morning I skipped along, wearing my white slacks, blue and white striped polo shirt. On the way to the dock, we passed by a woman sitting on a park bench. She had leathery skin and hair like a broom, and she seemed amused as she had a twinkle in her eye and a wry smile. That should have been a clue that I was in trouble.

Next, we met her bearded and tattooed husband named Buster. An authentic old salt, our instructor explained that our 28-foot soling racing boat was guaranteed not to turn over. What a relief! I was all set to raise the sails and enjoy the ride, but evidently Buster had not seen my yachting magazine. He gave me an assignment!

Soon my head was spinning with all the new nautical terms: Ready about? Hard-a-lee! Jibe-ho! Watch out for the boom! Each time the soling rolled from side to side, I lost my footing. After falling in the cockpit off and on all day, I began yearning for solid ground. By the time we sailed back to port, my hair was a mess, smudges dotted my new polo, and my white pants resembled a zebra that had splashed through the mud. However, I did finish the day. As I stepped off the boat, Buster grinned, gave me a helping hand and quipped, “I’ll see ya in the mornin!”

On the way to the condo, I didn’t think anyone would see my smashed ego. But who should be sitting on a park bench as we walked by? Mrs. Buster, who began chuckling when she saw me and yelled out between her laughs, “Try a little Clorox, honey!” I looked sheepishly at her but did not feel like smiling. My first day of sailing was not glamorous. It was work! I was dirty, tired, and nauseated. I had rope burns on my hands, two broken fingernails, and my legs were wobbly and sore.

When we reached the condo, I made a valiant effort to walk up the stairs but began pulling myself along the banister about halfway up. When I made it to the bedroom and flopped across the bed, I wondered…Will I ever try sailing again?

The next morning, Jim bounced out of bed eager for lesson number two. Determined not to dampen his enthusiasm, I put on a pair of jeans, forced a smile, stretched my sore muscles, and prayed for courage.

The following days we had both rewarding and scary experiences, but we completed the week-long course and even received a certificate to prove we survived. After we returned home, Jim bought a used daysailer, perfect for learners who accumulated many more stories to tell.

Looking back, it seems the pursuit of sailing contributed to making Genesis 2:24 a reality in our lives as the two of us became “one flesh.” As I entered my husband’s dream, it eventually became my dream, too, and I learned to be the captain’s first mate. When Jim saw what I went through to help him, he reciprocated. Now he occasionally invites me to a tearoom for lunch or takes a book to read while I am shopping. He is a sponsor and cheerleader for my writing and has accompanied me to a few conferences.

While God designed oneness in marriage, it takes an act of the will to put aside our own selfish interests and enter the hopes and dreams of our spouse. As a wife, I learned that having fun with my husband is more important than keeping every hair in place or having perfect fingernails. Spending time together requires careful planning. Otherwise, it is the first item left out in a busy schedule. We are learning the meaning of Romans 12: 10, “Honor one another above yourselves” (NIV).

Through the years we have benefited from understanding our temperaments, encouraging one another, developing a sense of humor, and working as a team. I have a better understanding of Proverbs 17: 17 “A friend loves at all times.” It was a process but when we eventually purchased our new sailboat, we named it JOY.

Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for bringing us together as husband and wife. We have many opposite traits, but You have used them as iron sharpens iron, giving us the opportunity to appreciate Your workmanship. We know we are not finished yet but are grateful for the opportunity to draw closer to You and thus to one another. Without You, we would be selfish and rude. Thank You for giving us life, love, peace, and joy. In Jesus’ name, Amen.