Precision, Place, and Prayer
It was Tuesday morning, June 8, 2010. I got up to see my daughter Emily before she headed off to school for her next to the last day of high school. She had finals and was studying before driving to school. I didn’t want to miss these last few mornings with her before high school ended for her so I was up to talk with her, pray with her, and see her out the door to school. After she left, I headed out the back door to walk around the track at Lehr Park that is in my backyard. That morning I listened to music on my mp3 player and had a variety of thoughts sifting through my head. After three laps of the track, a total of a mile and a half, I went home, picked up the daily newspaper and got out my keys to go inside and get ready to head to work. It was then that I discovered that I had the wrong keys. I had the keys to get in the church shed but not the keys for the house. So I rang the doorbell and knocked for awhile in hopes that my s...