His Handprints On My Heart Tapa blanda - 2017

My name is Joan Correll. I was born on April Fool's Day in 1931 in Gary, Indiana where I spent the first 18 years of my life. I graduated from Lew Wallace High School in 1949, and then left for Northwestern College (now University of Northwestern) in St. Paul, Minnesota where I met my husband Tom. In 1953 we left for the Canadian Arctic with our 6 mo. old daughter to live and work among the Inuit for what would become nine unforgettable years, (and the subject of my next book, Tummikka: My Footprints in the Snow). During those years, four more children were added to the family. Later, Tom and I spent time working in Sweden, Singapore and California & Canada. I opened a restaurant in Stone Lake, Wisconsin in 1982, and a yarn store in Cable, Wisconsin at age 73. For six years I was employed by Mission: Moving Mountains - a Disciple & Development Agency who worked at that time primarily in Africa. I had the privilege of helping to train and enable professional men and women to obey their call to Go to the Uttermost Part of the World. Music was always an important part of my life. It defined me during my college years, as a missionary. I traveled extensively as a guest speaker and soloist, and had the privilege of participating in many great choirs. The stories contained in my book span 85 years, gleaned from my journals, as a wife, mother, missionary, banker, entrepreneur, teacher, counselor and friend. Unlike many memoirs, these are not the accounts of one woman's impact on the world, rather, His Handprints on My Heart are the remarkable stories of God's loving intervention in the life of one of his children. It was the discovery of a God who promises and who keep His promises. What I have learned in this earthly walk I want to share. Someday my epitaph will looking something like this 1931-?. That dash in the middle represents everything that transpired between my birth and my death. That dash represents all the time I spent on earth. Only those who love me will know what that dash is worth. It won't matter how much I possess at the end. What does matter is how I lived and loved. Since childhood I carried with me this phrase...Only one life will soon be past, only what's done for Christ will last.