"You're going to Okinawa?" It was Peter. I told the Step Creek mallards I sketched the mallards on the other side of the park then told them I'd be leaving for my sister's soon. He caught my attention on the branch nearby.
"Then you won't be able to draw me for awhile, right? So can't you draw me again right now?"
So I did. I wonder how many of us feel the same longing for things of God, that we just can't get enough, and even the most recent encounters seem too far in the past.
