[Risk No. 161] Duane was rushing from table to table to get them cleared in time for the consistent stream of hungry guests. I asked if he had a problem in either shoulder. He didn’t. Father, thank You for helping me risk even when I’m wrong. Forgive me for not hearing right and please perfect me as You are perfect. I briefly shared how I’m learning to hear God and gave him some encouragement on how God sees him as diligent and someone who does his job with consistency. He seemed grateful.