Worship with Hope and Trust

My daughter had not returned. It was late, so I stepped out the front door to watch and wait for her return. I spied her as she ambled down the street, reluctant to return home, it seemed, by her pace. I ran up the street to meet her. She flinched, unwilling to let me gather her into my arms, and truth be told, I flinched, too. She’d gone where she wasn’t supposed to and did what she’d known not to do.

High Street in Oxford has been closed for what feels like for-ever. In our little college town this happens to be the road we use to access all the stores, eateries, and most critically, our coffee shop, Kofenya.