MENDING book to the woman at the
State Fair.
It was more than two years ago, and
My memory is slipping.
But the lady called me today.
"Do you have any more of those
Books?" she asked. "The caregiver for
My dad has been reading mine and she
Keeps copying poems to take home.
I'd like to get one for her."
"Do I ever," I said,
"I have boxes of them in my closet."
The gal stopped by to pick up a copy.
As she left I realized again that God
Intricately connects people and events for
His own good purposes.
And I'm thrilled when He allows me to
Discover that I was a small part of His plan