Been trying for an hour to think of something profound to say. Old habits die slowly. The past few days have been bouncy. I’ve had some wonderful connections with God and with people, and one major incident that left me hurt and confused. (Wish I could tell you about it, but I’m afraid it would only add to the confusion.)
Martin Luther said, “Where God builds a church, the enemy soon builds a chapel.” That’s probably the case. Bobo spent yesterday with me. I’ve known him since he was a ten year old kid, and now at nineteen he’s a gifted musician and worship leader with the tender heart of a servant. I’ll bet God sent him my way just to encourage me. He does things like that.