One morning in August 1992, I sat on a hillside next to our temporary apartment and read Psalm 86.
We had arrived in Karachi that June and were spending a month up north studying Urdu in the cool air of Murree. The past year had been one of upheaval with numerous moves and changes.
I clung to these daily moments with the Father. Time to pray. Breathe. Meditate on the truth of His word. I came to verse 11.
“Teach me Your way, O Lord,
and I will walk in Your truth;
give me an undivided heart,
that I may fear Your name.”