I had homework last week for my small group. As part of the study we’re doing, we were supposed to spend at least an hour (but preferably a half day) alone with God. Right. Sure. With my schedule. Well, guess what, my schedule miraculously opened up last Monday so that I could take the afternoon off and go spend some time with God. Go figure….
I wasn’t sure what to expect. I didn’t know what God was going to do with me…or even if he’d meet me there at all. There was the chance that I’d get to the park and I’d sit for a few hours and nothing would happen. There was the chance I’d get there and my life would be so insistent that I couldn’t put it aside in my mind long enough to connect with God. There was the chance that it would all be a waste.
