“I was waving to my mom down there,” the girl told me, as she returned to our bench at the bus stop. “My son is sick, and my mom is bringing him. We’re headed to the hospital.” . . . We discussed her 5-year-old’s extended fever and lack of food and water. She wasn’t frantic, but she knew her son’s body was very weak. Here an opportunity to pray fell in my lap. I was excited. On a street corner near downtown, the Lord had orchestrated a meeting of two strangers who soon came to have prayer in common. . . . May the Lord thrill your heart to see His orchestration on the streets where you walk.
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