Not knowing a single soul here in SW Houston, I prayed last night for God to send a messenger, someone who could lead us to a church of our own denomination. Tonight at dinner, I noticed our server wearing a ring with a cross etched in it. I asked him about it, and he proceeded to tell me about his church family--especially the youth and childrens ministries, in which he had grown up. Just when I feel overwhelmed by the idea of being among strangers, and having the comfort of familiar places and people removed from my daily life, Im reminded that, as a child of the Father, I am never alone.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 02:32:07 +0000