Friday night on campus
Those hours of prayer were spent walking with God. Mile after mile we would walk and talk and spend time together. It was really a desperate time for me as I needed to hear from Him. As I look back on it, the time was formational. It shaped me and postured me before God in ways nothing else ever would.
Tonight I got back out on these streets and God was right there, like we never even skipped a beat. I was praying and he was telling me a few things, about the kids. Things that give me hope, showing me how I could pray for them better, with insight.
It feels like old times again except now we have four kids plus one, and I have bags beneath my eyes, and twenty some years as a pastor.
If my young self could have seen me now, I think he'd be pleased with how things have turned out.