A friend was tired. We prayed.
She saw a stretch of Virginia highway,
Stretching away, empty.
And she was driving alone.
“Jesus, where are you?”
It’s a vulnerable place, to ask for a picture
And wait, hoping he shows up.
We cried. And waited.
Suddenly, she laughed.
Laughed!
Jesus was there.
And even if things were still broken,
She was not driving alone.
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