Scooby kind of bugs me. He’s shifty, and I don’t really trust him. He doesn’t make eye contact with me. He will grunt a word at me…if he has to. If I run into him on the streets hanging with with people we serve frequently, he stands off to the side and watches me out of the corner of his eye. If I’m honest, I don’t really LIKE Scooby.

He showed up to church again on Sunday.

“…we weren’t quite ready to take the next step. I cried out to God: “If this is YOU, if it is time to GO, please make it clear!” The clarity that followed was completely unexpected.”