It had been a long Sunday. One full of taking out the trash and changing toilet paper rolls for over 100 people. A day of hurting feet and not enough Starbucks.
So I sat on the tailgate of my loaded down truck parked next to the dumpster as more trash was brought around, ending my tasks with a deep breath and my eyes set on the still blue sky of a summer’s day.
I hadn’t been sitting for long before I felt my phone pulling me out of my daydreams and back into the reality of the moment.
I had a new text message.
It was a number I didn’t know.
All it said was Romans 10:14.