It was November of 1998 about two weeks before Thanksgiving. I was in college and was working at a music store giving piano lessons. It was about 6:00 at night and I had to give a 6:30 piano lesson. It was a simple evening . . . until I was held at gunpoint.
Read MoreNothing is worse than waiting for an answer when there is none on the horizon. But this “waiting-room” is exactly where God needed me to hear His voice and to find beauty in brokenness.
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