November 24
I stop in a coffee
shop in a small city. The young woman behind the counter looks sad. I ask if she is OK. She tells me she has
just come from the hospital where her mother is facing a sensitive operation in
the morning. I say I will pray for her and her mom. And I do.
A week later as I enter
that same cofee shop. I hear her say to another customer, “Here comes my guardian angel.”
I’m not but God did use me to bring her hope.
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