The plan had obviously gone left and I just rolled with the outcome…
We stood on the porch of a stranger’s house. A new acquaintance was sharing what he had to say and we tried to focus on what he was speaking. Once he began to repeat his information, I mentally left for a bit, trusting my friend to keep her focus on him. Looking out onto the street, I saw my car idling. It couldn’t go anywhere until I gave it direction with steering.
Looking back at this man, he had a ministry. He too was a car needing direction. He was a spiritual father. He desired prayer and for the next few minutes that’s what we did. He was different from my friend and I, yet here we were, standing together in unity.
Later when I was alone, my attention was drawn to an old song….”maybe someday we will find, that it wasn’t really wasted time”.