“We need people, and people need the Lord” – Lynette from Brussels.

(I was looking a little confused, apparently, as I approached a crosswalk in Brussels. A kind lady asked us if she could help and we told her we were looking for the train station. She said, “Follow me, I will take you there.“ She walked with us and we laughed as we tried to communicate with one another. She walked three extra blocks, just to show us the way. May I be as willing to be helpful and May I always gently notice those who want company on the way.)

My father’s hands have fixed cars, built fences, played guitar, lifted grandchildren, grown roses, and designed countless natural gas plants. But nothing is more special to me than his prayers.

As he laid his hands on us in blessing before we left, joining my precious mother and children in prayer, our journey began.