I knew I needed to talk to Marc on the phone that same day. I enthusiastically pitched him the next 4 tours we had coming up, all the while hoping (and praying) he would pick Georgia.
What a trip to the local hardware store taught me about the patience and kindness that God shows me each day.
These ministry teammates are family to us.
Naimodu had the odds stacked against her during this terrible drought.
Ministry can truly happen anywhere, even on a bicycle in the middle of Iowa.
They don’t have to wait for the future, or to be older or to be more eloquent.
They will know that they met you because of the God you love.