One Soul
On my way to my fishing hole I kept asking the LORD to send a searching soul to hear the gospel. I had peace He would. He never fails to graciously give what I ask of Him. I often feel this profound, grounded calm; this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. To boast to the world about the wonder of God's unmerited gift: Christ crucified. It brings about a sense of gladness in the soul mixed with terror in the flesh. Knowing that I have to do this but detest attention is a mystery to me. God took this insecure creature out the hole I buried myself in to put me in the last place on earth I would want to be, doing the very thing I would never think of doing. He is so wise. This creature then has nothing to boast of.
This nice lady suddenly spoke with me as I parked right by the municipal hall. A kind soul that I couldn't help but repay her kind gesture towards me by treating her to a meal. She was so thankful. May the LORD grant me time to talk with her on my next return.
As I approached my spot I saw just four people sitting inside the kiosk. My trip here was accompanied by some light shower, so the rain forced everyone to seek shelter. But as I began and was standing beneath the open sky, it stopped raining. People then started coming in. This one particular lady came in to sit right in front of me, and I felt as though she had been sent there in response to my prayer. I shifted my attention to her, and my words became an impassioned appeal. Instead of preaching, I spoke with her in mind and poured out my heart as someone who found grace in the fountain of life. I offered her Christ. Amazingly most of the people who were there from the start where still there when I finished 45 minutes later.
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