From “Trust the Whisper: How Answering Quiet Callings Inspires Extraordinary Stories of Ordinary Grace“ by Kathy Izard
Because my father died with so much left undone, it accelerated my search to find what I was meant to do in this world. I would not begin to find my way into housing for the homeless until almost a decade after he died, but I wished Dad would walk through Moore Place and touch the walls that his confidence helped me build. I would have loved if he could stand in HopeWay and see it as the place we wanted to find for my mom. Dad had a faith in me that I did not find in myself until long after he was gone.