HE WILLAMETTE VALLEY BAKED IN the midst of a heat wave, so I spent the morning watering the garden. As I bent to place the sprinkler in
Monday, August 12
SOMETIMES I JOURNAL MY PRAYERS, pouring out my heart on paper to Jesus. Writing my worries and cares somehow frees them. Afterward, I sit quietly—a huge challenge—and listen to Jesus. But yesterday He interrupted me. I'd asked the Lord for deliveranc