The day the Sisters showed up.

One glorious morning, I was typing up the Bible verses, and I see a car coming down my drive. :)

I’m looking at them driving up, typing verses, and thinking, shew just when I sat down to get the verses typed, read some blogs, moderate comments some one is coming down the drive.

I greet them at the door.  Two wonderful young ladies who proceeded to ask, “Would you like to talk about Jesus?

:) :) :) :) :) I can’t add enough smiles. My answer was, “I’d love to talk about Jesus”

For the next hour at least we did just that. Who do they think Jesus is? Why?

At this point I felt like so many of my elders before me asking, who are your people? You know, have they found the LORD yet or are they still waging war with God?

What do they believe?

I like to know who and what I am dealing with.

I feel, the LORD gives us His Word to not just have the right answers but to have the right question. AND to ask those right questions out of love and not judgment. I’m not mounting an attack. I truly love to talk with someone who has faith, and talk to some one who doesn’t.

I want to know all about it. It isn’t going to change what I believe. Arguing isn’t going to change how they feel.

If anything it puts people on defense.

No one likes being told they are wrong. WHY? Because they know they are wrong.

I don’t have to point this out. God is showing them every day.

If my son (or anyone) asks me, “Mom, is it wrong…” I will interrupt here and say, If you have to ask, you already know the answer.

My son already knows what is right. God’s Word that lives inside him(everyone) lets him know that. The LORD, and His Spirit trying to communicate to him, is always pulling us to do right.

Anyway back to the day the Sisters showed up :)

These little children were full of God’s Love. His Word. It was delightful. It was a blessing :) We talked verses, prayed, and talked about Jesus.

They asked if they could come back the next week. I asked if  there is anything they’d like to talk about in particular next week.

Their answer was Jesus :)

Praise the LORD.

They visited me until their time here for their mission was finished. We talked about Jesus. Our Saviour. A sweet smelling savour for the LORD. We always prayed.

Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children;

And walk in love, as Christ has also loved us, and hath given Himself for us as an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour. Ephesians 5:1-2. Note here: this is a good reason to read the Old Testament because we really get an understanding of God, and what sacrifices meant, sweet savours, gifts, praise, psalms. What all that represented. I don’t understand all of it. But the more I read it, the more I learn.

And the more I appreciate the sacrifice of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

The Sisters brought new girls.

The new girls didn’t last.

They were like all the other “religions” that have knocked on my door, wanting to talk about Jesus but ran away as soon as I started talking about Jesus :) :) hehehe. Which is fine. Maybe they thought that I didn’t need their help and would run off and try to save another soul. It is more than I am doing :) Who am I to judge :)

Lord thank You for blessing every one who is reading this, and I ask You in Jesus name to bless every one who is not reading this :)

** I wrote this a couple of years ago. If you visit me, you know that we have relocated for a new job. I haven’t had any one showing up at my door wanting to talk about Jesus since arriving here but at our home back in North Carolina this happened often. 

Author: Margaret from soulfood101blog

Praying the world will read God's Word for themselves, and not rely on what someone else tells them His Word says or means.

11 thoughts on “The day the Sisters showed up.”

  1. Most church folks want to talk about God, but first realize it’s an to understand. Then a listen, and then the learn. To know the Father, is understand why… Jesus died! Keep smiling my sister, my the joy overflow!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I love those little girls. I say little they were 19, and one was 21 but they were so sweet, and eager to just talk about Jesus. They came every week. Some times I’d make them lunch. We’d read Bible verses, and pray. One didn’t like to pra out loud.. She said it made her nervous to pray our loud because it wasn’t pretty like other peoples prayers. I told her that every word of prayer is pretty to God. He isn’t interested in these practiced, prepared prayers. He wants truth, and humble prayers. That it was a joyful noise to Him to hear His childrens prayers. One day we were getting ready to bless a meal I had prepared. We joined hands, and there was silence. It was as if the other young lady who did pray out loud had read my mind because we stood there in silence. Then we were all peaking one eye open looking at each other, still holding hands. The girl who didn’t like praying out loud said, what are y’all waiting on? We said, you :) She said no at first then I explained I wasn’t saying grace today, the other girl said she wasn’t either. I said well I guess we won’t be eating today hahaha. The young girl who didn’t like praying out loud began praying. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. After that, she would pray out loud all the time :) God is so good.

      Liked by 2 people

      1. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story, me dearest! The one who didn’t like to pray out loud reminds me of myself. I didn’t like praying out loud – and still do – but you’re right about prayers. God doesn’t care about pretty prayers once it’s from the heart.

        Liked by 1 person

What are your thoughts:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: