The Simplicity of Sharing
I was getting a routine cut and color from Wendy, a delightful woman in town who had been divorced twice and was recovering from another bad relationship. Over the previous two years I had learned much of her painful story, which included her parents’ tragic deaths when she was fairly young.. Through our regular encounters, sharing our daily lives together for a couple hours every six weeks, we were becoming friends. I sensed that although she was unwilling to attend any church, Wendy was desperately seeking an internal peace that she thought maybe God could provide. She knew that I...Read more …
