Don’t Want to Miss a Word

“I don’t want to miss a word,” I prayed to my Father in heaven as I took a short walk in New York City with two of my handicapped ministry dogs.

Imagine. Me. Not wanting to miss a single word from the Lord. Not a word from the Bible. Not a word from His Spirit speaking to my heart. After all the years of wanting to only hear God sometimes. When I felt like it. When I was in the mood. When I liked what He had to say. When I wasn’t too busy to spend time with Him. When I didn’t think I had...