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His Work

Nicole was wearing a cute pair of brown ankle boots that set atop her wheelchair footrest.  That’s the second thought I had about her after the initial thought of being thankful I am able to walk.  I approached the brunette girl of age fourteen and asked if her mother was home. 

“She’ll be back later.”

As I walked back to my car I just knew, “Alicia go pray for her…If you can knock on doors, you can ask people if they know Jesus”.  My approach was less professional than the one I give for selling books.

“Hi, uh…I know I’m out here selling books…and I…uh, well I’m not out here like a Jehova’s witness-er-anything, but do you know Jesus?”

Nicole sweetly replied, “well, yes.”  I perhaps grilled Nicole with a few more confirming questions and then asked if I could pray for her.

“Oh, and do you have a Bible?”
“Well yes, but it’s stored away somewhere.”
“Do you want mine?  I have two in my car.”
“Yes, please.”

After grabbing my pocket Bible from the car I ran and knelt down in-front of her chair.  After that moment I literally saw things differently.  My perspective of this has changed.  I’m not just selling books door-to-door.  This summer is God’s work. 

This week I will work for His glory, not mine.  I can breathe in deeply.  That is my greatest joy.

“From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live.  God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us.  ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’”—Acts17:26-27

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