There’s a young man, an expectant father, I’ve been praying for every day this summer. I hardly know him, but I’ve wanted the chance to get closer and, hopefully, gain the right to invest in his life. Since we only have one service this summer, and it’s an early one, most of that age group haven’t been coming to church (hey, most aren’t even Christians, so don’t criticize them for lacking commitment or making excuses). So I haven’t even seen this guy since early June. But I’ve continued praying for him, because God most definitely put him on my heart.
But today, at a get-together at a home after church, he was there. And when I took my food outside, he was sitting on a chair by himself. I joined him, and had the kind of conversation I’ve been wanting to have all summer. Chalk up another answer to prayer. It’s so sweet when it happens.
