Lost

Some specifics are lost to me now. The name of the street. The month of the year. The amount of time I wandered. What was lost to me then was the placement of our car. In a day before locator pins, this farm girl from a town of ninety-eight parked in a city of three million. Since arriving on the …

Waiting on His Presence

  Holy Father,           We exalt You.  We give thanks to Your Name for all the amazing things that we have watched You do.  In perfect faithfulness, You unfold to us plans that You have ordained for us long ago.  That’s astounding!             As we come before You, we ask that our whole family could join with Isaiah to …