April 21, 2007

A woman came up to me this morning and said, “I know you. 
You came to my house in North Rome and prayed for my grandson.
I saw you when we passed by and I wanted to tell you that he is better now.”  

That was the day we were walking together, Vance and I.  She lived in
a bad house, full of stair-step grandchildren she and her husband are raising.

She told me that they have a better house now, “All the rooms have good floors…” [?]  

They had brought the children to Lindale to see their mother today. 
She stayed, ate Beau’s feast, took 2 cracker packs home for later, and visited,
while husband stayed in the truck until it was time to load the big box of food and diapers that Carrie and Miss Tina gave to them.  

Her name is Carol.  I will pray for her by name now. 
She left with a Spirit Renewed schedule and promised to attend.  

I am simply overwhelmed by this. 
I was just His vessel that day but for her to remember? 
Is her life so bleak and isolated, so full of struggle and despair that no one
ever prays for her, cares about her?  How many more that we meet remember? 
How many more, in lives I can only try to imagine, remember, come to believe,
that Jesus loves them, because we tell them so and give them a hot dog?  

I tremble with humility.  

I am so completely overwhelmed by this ministry you have undertaken,
and more grateful than you can ever know that you have allowed me to be connected. 
My encounter with Carol today has changed me.  

And on top of all that, it was my first opportunity ever to be a part of a Biker group. 
I truly hope [and this is big-time pride, NOT humility; it’s not quite so bad if you admit it] that some people I know drove by and saw me there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

The other best thing was Karen, Dawn and your children!  

Thank you so much for helping me to change,

Sherrie B.

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