Perspective

Capital Highlights

The sun was already warming up the sidewalk by the time I stepped out of the car, the kind of day where the air feels like a gentle hug instead of a slap. I had cookies in one hand, scripture cards in the other, and that familiar nudge from the Lord telling me, *Slow down. Listen.

I’ll never forget the man in the trench coat who wandered into our youth church service one summer night many years ago. It was one of those evenings when the air hung heavy with humidity and the promise of prayer.