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Andy & Elisha skip to main | skip to sidebar Thursday, July 11, 2019 Asha We met on an unremarkable night. Bible study had finished at Panera and we were driving back to hang out and talk at one of our houses. It was just another day. Rain was pouring down in fistfuls with the warmth of a mid-west spring as I drove the back roads.  As I turned a corner and rumbled over some train tracks in a seedy area of town, I noticed a woman bundled against the rain pushing a baby stroller. My heart stopped a beat, and I kept driving. Was she homeless? What is in the baby stroller? Her stuff? It couldn't be a child, could it? My heart raced as I felt the old familiar tug of compassion and heard the Lord's voice, clear and gentle, in my mind, Go back.  I turned my car around and wrestled through my thoughts. What if she wasn't there anymore? What if I scared her by stalking her with my car? Where could I even pull over? I saw her on the left side of the road and looped around ag...

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