I’m not good at waiting. Instead of being silent and listening patiently for God to show me the next step, I often fill my days with the constant rush of hurry from one activity to another. Sound familiar?
One day, God stopped me in my tracks. I left one appointment and was racing to my next when something caught my eye—a woman on a park bench. As people like me raced by her, she sat there—quietly crying.
I wish I could say that I immediately went over to find out what was wrong, but I didn’t…
