A climb up steel fire escape stairs to the rooftop of old run-down apartment buildings placed me closer to the sun and further away from the crowds.
Isn’t that just like God that I might climb only to discover He is in me wherever I am. I was no closer to the sun as it was my view that changed, and I was no further from the crowds, for music and voices rise.
The picture my hosts painted turned out to be graffiti on the walls and I laughed while we framed pictures of new memories and ate fire-roasted pizza. God’s very present help in trouble is not always found in the familiar.
I laughed with those I love while God set a table before me in the presence of my enemies on a rooftop I may never visit again.
For now, only a six sentence story but oh, the potential to lengthen it.