God is in Control

I think I told you I have an adopted African daughter. About four years ago, she came to spend time with Ruth and me in our home in Jerusalem.

One afternoon, she said she wanted to go down to the center of Jerusalem. She described to us, she was walking on one side of the street, and she felt prompted just to cross the street. She didn’t know why. A minute or two later, she ran into a couple who were old friends of hers, who knew she was in Jerusalem and had been praying that they might meet her. See, God arranged that.