Downtown Chicago has an oasis, and it isn't Starbucks.
It provided several minutes of respite for my feet (that had grown due to three pregnancies) but were still stuffed into my FAVORITE pre-baby Dansko shoes.
My bare feet were like a parched mouth in a desert. They needed water. They needed refreshment.
And so I indulged.
It was here that God sent me a postcard to mail. In the water channel someone before me placed pennies in the shape of a heart. And I have been waiting to mail this postcard picture until today.
For two days, I have been mulling over Psalm 68. And verses 19 &20 jump out of the page and scream for attention.
When this happens, something stands out, I blog about it. And so, I firmly believe that God is sending this postcard to someone who is reading it right now.
Donuts with Dad
7 months ago