A robe, a newspaper, and a racquetball – images that picture for me people, people that God used to mark my life. As a little boy I’ll never forget seeing my mom early in the morning sitting on the couch in her robe, with her Bible in her lap. With the light from a lamp on the table beside her, she would read God’s Word, pray, do her Bible study, and write in her journal. Soon I began to join mom and thus formed a life-long habit of quiet times with God.
