About the Author

The Lord’s blessings and hello to all who may read this little story. The idea came from my husband as he told me of his early morning Bible reading. “Simon the Saucer,” he said proudly. Being my mean, little self, I giggled and said, “No, Simon the Sorcerer,” then proceeded to laugh aloud. Bobby, being confident of his pronunciation, shrugged his shoulders and went on with his business for the day. At age eighty-six, my memory track is very long. The rearview mirror of my life shows clearly the many times God intervened lest my walk with Him suffer total derailment. Blessed with a large family, I often put pen to paper to avoid using my sharp, matriarchal tongue. I love them so much. After retirement from the USPS and family business, I found time to flesh out my thoughts. This little tale is one result of those time-outs for thinking—may God cause blessings to flow from it.