surrounded by corn once again
The goodbye party was unexpected. And I laughed: hard. I grinned and shook my head and wiped tears as the 3 students of my project group – and especially the
And now here I am back in the Courtyard Café – sipping my small Americano from Espresso – seeing Mandy and Josh – writing here to simply think and pray a bit.
I haven’t done that as much recently: prayed. I think my heart – drawn out initially by the gospel of John and Acts – has now slowed and hardened. My Treo – and with it my primary Bible – died two weeks ago, and it’s remarkable the effect it’s had on my Spirit. My king – I want my heart to match yours. Please draw me.