sometimes God speaks through people we least expect Him to use. I was planning a trip to Disney World for my eight-year-old son, John. My idea was to include a group of parents and children. That way I would have other adults to visit with, and John would have his peers to play with on the excursion. For a week I issued invitations, only to have each family decline for one reason or another. “What’s wrong?” I wondered aloud at the supper table. My sixteen-year-old daughter tossed her head and said, “Daddy,