They approached their days with a confidence that God had something for them — not just one big something but lots of little somethings. She wanted to hear God during the morning carpool and commune with Him in the front seat while childhood chatter rose in the back seat. He interrupted his work that hid him behind a computer all day to take walks and talk with God. All of them had everyday anecdotes that spoke of relational encounters with God that I didn’t know.
