I had a special and surprising event happen today. I'd picked my son up from Creations and then stopped at a Taco Bell.
I was telling my son that I'd only order the bean and cheese burrito from the value menu and we'd drink water. Then the man in front of us turned and said, "I'm paying for you and your son. Order whatever you'd like."
I prepared to give the order discussed, but he protested and told us to get something better. We did and then I handed him a witness card and said that it meant a lot and may God bless him.
He looked at the witness card and said, "Yes, I've been listening to Brother Branham, that's why I wanted to do something for you." Then he said something like, "I knew you were one of them." His words struck me and made me feel like crying.
How precious it is to be recognized as ONE of THEM! I'm so glad he saw something in us that identified us as one of them. It is so easy to feel like a failure and no good, and wonder if we measure up, but nevertheless the identification is there.
What a comfort!
A sister in Jeffersonville