The Hope
Today I was driving slowly through a tight parking lot when I spotted an elderly man dressed in a windbreaker suit and a helmet. He had a helpless searching look on his face as he stood beside a motorcycle that was lying flat on its side. My assessment was his bike had fallen over and he couldn’t pick it back up by himself. I wished to stop and help him, but there were no open parking spaces and people following me. As I pulled out of the parking lot I prayed someone would go and help him, because there was nothing more I could do. I recently felt this way after talking with a dear friend. I was the listening ears as she shared the challenges she was facing. After the conversation was over, I walked away and prayed for her, because there was nothing more I could do. I have great confidence that the man with the motorcycle will not stand in that parking lot all night. I also have great confidence that my friend will not remain in this place of challenge forever. Because the pl...