I put Hosanna and Joshua in our single stroller, and I headed out the lane. We were going to the neighbors for a quilting. “I’ll stop at the mailbox and grab the mail on my way,” I told myself.
Opening the mailbox, I was delighted to see a letter from a very dear friend and reader, Mrs. Weber from Cincinnati, Ohio. Not wasting any moments, I tore open the envelope. Unfolding a paper that talked about God hiding in the cleft of the rock, I silently thanked the Lord. How did Mrs. Weber know I needed to be reminded of that, this very moment?
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