Work is like the ball factory at the children's museum: there is undeniable joy in moving the balls through the labyrinth, but true joy comes from doing it with and for others.
My prayer sounded something like this: “Lord, I’m not sure what she said to pray for right now. I don’t know what I’m asking of you or for what I’m listening. I think I’m praying for a word, one word, for where you would have me serve.” The answer to that prayer begins a one-year journey.