"Wait, I Say, Upon the Lord"

We have summer picnics at least once a summer. A few weeks ago we shared a cover dish meal at Beaver Creek State Park.
Our worship last evening was greatly strengthening. I am reminded of a story a North Carolina Friend would relate of the living spiritual work God does within us, when all wait in Spirit & in Truth. He recalled a meeting, "Where not a word was spoken, but the floor was wet with tears."

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