Missionary in Birkenstocks

Missionary in Birkenstocks

She was most at home in bibs and Birkenstocks. Maybe that’s one reason I felt so kindred to Bethany. Like half a dozen others, Bethany Enloe would enter my room on Thursday afternoons–shake off the dust of an 8th grade school day before kicking off her...
ONE LAST MESSAGE

ONE LAST MESSAGE

-Amy Pounds Have you ever witnessed something so powerful that words cannot explain? Well I have witnessed salvation through one person’s pain. Throughout my life it’s the best thing I’ve seen, Come from a girl of only eighteen God spoke to her softly and told her to...
HOME

HOME

by Bethany Enloe As the Darkness Faded… The dim light filled its place. Where there was once black, Is now a new morning. The light is brighter now, Making everything clearer. I feel as if I had slept for 1,000 years, Yet it was only a night. Or was it? A walk...

Precious Enloes

Every year I read all of the anniversary remembrances of Bethany. Every year I intend to send you my own note…and I think every year has slipped by me. I hope you know how much all of us in the band loved Bethany. We had the great fortune of getting to know...