We walked these streets like our father owned them. I walk these streets like my father owns them. I walk because my Father owns me.
I spent a night on a walk-a-bout with a friend. It was the middle of the night and we had arrived at our home. Were showered and comfy when suddenly, like a bolt we both realized that we had been re-energized. We decided that we needed to go forth and conquer the night.
We walked and talked and walked…as though our father owned the streets and each turn was a turn further into our fathers kingdom. And we realized we had left our purses behind at the same moment that we realized we were hungry. And without skipping a beat we knocked at a door, knowing that our father would provide: entertainment, money and food.
And provide in overabundance. Thankful to my creator for the provisions (including the safety). Amen.