Sitting at an airport terminal and I dread God speaking to me. I mean telling me to go speak to someone.

You know sometimes where you feel you need to say something to someone.

It scares me that my disobedience or reluctance to obey could affect someone’s life in ways I will never understand.

Yet it is our obedience that is the seed of miracles…

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