It was only Wednesday, but I felt as though I'd already worked a full week. Our department was on an extremely tight deadline for a project that needed to be completed by that Friday, and we were far from finished. My mother graciously offered to pick up my two children from school and give them dinner. I continued to wade through piles of paperwork, feel ing more irritable than charitable.
I was reminded of my top priority: to praise God.
Then, at about 7:30, my father, sensing, I'm sure, my need for spiritual refreshment, dropped by my office and suggested that I join him for the weekly testimony meeting at our church. I went along, mainly to please him, and that hour proved significant.
