kick

I was homeless for a month in a foreign country, no money, no friends nearby, no plan. I slept at a bus terminal in Manila with a suitcase and about 100 dollars in my wallet. I looked like a beggar. I cried like Peter when he denied Jesus. But that ostrich kick, the hardest moment of my life, was God’s most precise redirection. It led me straight to where I was always meant to be.