A young woman I met recently was 22 years old. Her adult life had barely begun, but she had already done quite a bit of hard living. She was one of several children born to an overburdened mom. Her dad was not around to help.
I stood on a train platform on a cold day in Texas, looking at the map and trying to find the route to my destination. A stranger introduced himself as Marcus and gave me directions.
Feeling a nudge from the Holy Spirit, I asked Marcus if I could buy him a cup of coffee at a nearby fast food restaurant.
So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill, asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they’d kill. Came an answer from the kingdom “with our brothers we will share all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there.”