I've known Christ for almost 12 years. Since receiving Salvation, my life has been one incredible blessing after another (John 1:16). I journal regularly and still, my thoughts and pen can not keep up with Him. Blogging is so natural for me. It also affords me the chance to click on this blog when I need to remember HIS faithfulness. I want those who doubt to know that God is good and His goodness is for all. I'm not His favorite, though I like to tease my friends and family by saying that I am. I oftentimes sign my letters and cards, ("Neicy! The one whom Jesus loves.) I may not be His favorite, but I am His Princess Bride and have been documenting my journey on that (blog) as well. I hope you delight in something I've shared and see that HE rewards those who seek Him with their whole hearts. (Read Hebrews 11:6).

Monday, July 2, 2018

My Back Itch --- PRAISE...Lol

A brief encounter and a lasting impression:

I was walking and needed to scratch my back, so I crossed the street and leaned against a pole. LOL

Then I looked in this restaurant window and saw some women talking. So I walked in and asked if they were having a prayer meeting. 
They were not, and looked at me rather strangely.
I smiled and asked, "What's wrong with prayer?" 
One of the girls, sarcastically looked at me and said, "Nothing, you want to pray go ahead and pray and pointed to the empty chair!" 
I asked if she was a believer, she said, "Yes but I don't like to pray in public." 
I sat down, prayed for us, giving glory to God for brand new day!  I thanked Him for His mercy, His grace and His Son. Then I prayed for the public servants, the senior citizens and then kids that may be out playing later, as today is going to be another heatwave day. Lastly I prayed for them, saying, "Lord I don't know these women but you do. And I lift their unspoken needs up to you." 

 I prayed in the name of Jesus, right there in the restaurant with 5 strangers. And after saying, Amen, I looked up and the waiter was standing there with his head bowed wearing a cross.

Heading back to dad's, I encountered a man named Jim. He was not interested in the Gospel. He was bitter because he said that God does not answer his prayers. He said life sucks and then you die. His heart was too hard for a conversation. I told him that I'd be praying for him. I backed away, stood a few feet from him, and as he was lighting his cigarette, I started praying! He could hear me and after, I said, "I love you Jim!"
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