Distraught Guy called me up, somebody had given him my number. Tired, hungry, freezing, I had just arrived home from Legion of Mary meeting, thirty miles away. Of course we met up anyway and miraculously my own story of utter upheaval and upset gave him hope in the midst of his own upheaval story happening right now. My boys and I made it through that barren land, and holding Jesus beautiful Hand, he would too. ‘I was not expecting this’, he told me, tears in his eyes, as we parted, ‘But it is most important’. He had ‘dropped God’ many years ago. Tonight He met God again!
Distraught lady sitting in cold empty Church sobbing quietly. Another lady in their accommodation upset her greatly, blaming her for something she did not do. No, she will not reveal who the real culprit is. She will sit here and cry with Jesus. I could share that one time, many years ago, in a similar situation I was granted a beautiful Grace. Placing Jesus centre stage, gazing on His beautiful Face, shifted my gaze from my offender forever. I actually (almost physically) moved her to the periphery. I am remembering that momentous moment vividly as I write. Dear lady, smiling, did exactly that and honestly her tears dried there and then. She began to sing aloud thanking and praising Jesus in her native tongue. Wow!!
Guy told me that his apartment inside wall is continually damp. Mould everywhere. I could advise him, I know all about mould!! My little cozy cottage was once an igloo, I told him and now by the glorious Grace of God I live in an incubator.
One such encounter would have gladdened my heart but three of them!! and all within twenty four hours.
What an honour for me to share with dear devastated folk banished from their lives and homes by cruel self-indulgent regimes. Hard to fathom it! Their day will come.
Father forgive them, they know not what they do.
Yes Jesus, it is Heaven to walk with you!!
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