As I pulled into the parking lot on Harrisburg’s City Island, my stomach quick-dropped like an elevator in a city skyscraper. Numerous rows of cars. Instead of searching a spot to fit in, I went to the far edge. I needed a moment.
Lord, I sense heaviness. I am here to be Your light, but I don’t know what to do. Show me.
As if I was literally carrying others’ weight, I walked slowly toward the park. The Harrisburg bridge sat empty, perhaps in its own state of grief.
The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail (Isaiah 58:11).
I wanted to be used to minister to others today, but He already knew my heart and the company it would keep today.
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