Gosh! It was twenty years ago when I first read Hinds’ Feet on High Places.
It was one of the ten books on the must read list.
I was in Leuven, Belgium then.
It was the summer of 1984;
a shy and timid 20 year old that lived a very sheltered life
being transported to another continent!
Well, for a father who wouldn’t even let me go to the field trips
while I was in high school,
I’m forever grateful to him for letting me go in search of service to my new found faith –
A God that’s foreign to him and his culture and tradition.
Looking back now, Dad must have a lot of faith in trusting me to God,
for which I can only count for yet another of His mysterious ways.
