CATCHING A THERMAL

KATE ROBERTSON

It was a beautiful day in late April, yet the drive from our small town in northern Colorado to a suburb of Denver, which I made quite often, was anything but ordinary.

I needed to know God's presence in tangible ways that afternoon as I drove to a church near Columbine High School just after the shootings there. My heart was heavy. I knew I couldn't let it stay that way. I had work to do and this work would require the certainty of God's presence and power.

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