Many years ago an author I’ll call Jen told how she and her daughter Vicky were writing a book together to give the mother and daughter perspectives on incidents they had shared. They would choose an event; each would write their perspective, and then they’d compare notes.

Included in their list was a holiday weekend a stranger had spent with them. Being a pastor’s wife, Jen often hosted people in her home. This holiday she’d looked forward to having her college children home and spending time alone with her family. When someone asked them to welcome a college student who was the daughter of an overseas missionary family, Jen inwardly balked. “Lord, can’t we have some time for our family?”

But no one else came forward. So they invited the young woman into their home.Continue Reading