A Holy Ache: The Biggest Clue to Your Calling
Somewhere between that store door and my car door, God planted a tiny seed in my heart that grew into what I now call my Holy Ache. Right there in the parking lot, with hot tears streaming down my face, I prayed, “Lord, somehow, some way… let me be the one to help women in situations like mine.” At the time, I had no idea that one small “yes” would eventually grow into a community outreach that now helps meet over 40,000 food, clothing, and infant needs each year...