Pausing for water, Audrey searched through her backpack one last time. Her voice carried a quiet urgency: “Please pray for me. I’ve only got one tract left to share.” The trail was hushed. We were alone.
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I knew returning to retrieve it would be futile. I felt even worse when I remembered all my per diem pay, in cash, was inside that book, and that my loss was caused by my own carelessness.
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My poor, deceitful heart (Jeremiah 17:9). Where had I put my trust? While thanking God for my “daily bread” (Matthew 6:11), I was providing for myself as though He may not always come through.
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But for some reason, this particular day I decided to keep working. I think I was near to finishing with that big tree, and didn’t want to leave it until morning.
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