But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, ‘Lord, save me!.  — Matthew 14:30 For almost three years, I lived with a friend in one of the communities along the shores of Accra, in a small place called Shiabu, near Dansoman Beach. My friend, Okunka, lived there with his parents. It was a typical Ga compound house where several families shared one yard. I grew up in a similar setting, though ours was my grandfather’s house. It was big, orderly, an

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Sometimes, we don’t see how the provision will come, but God’s presence is always enough. Just go. Just do it.