A healing prayer upstream

It was a glorious fall day, and so my husband and I decided to go canoeing up the Assabet River in Concord, Massachusetts.

The natural beauty of this familiar trip has always drawn me closer to God. But on this day, my heart was heavy. I was troubled about a sharp pain on the bottom of my foot, which had gotten worse during the last few weeks. And, although I'd been praying earnestly about this, I was beginning to feel discouraged. I was also worried about my daughter, who was living near Washington, DC, during the time when a sniper was at large after several shootings. My heart ached for the victims, and I was scared for my daughter.

a STRONG foundation
May 1, 2006

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