I chose this great little Chinese place on our side of town. I went in and got a seat and ordered. This sweet little second grader (whose parents own the restaurant) came over and just started chatting with me. She reminded me a lot of my own little Laura. Very chatty. Very animated. Very knowledgeable about the personal business of the family.
She went on to tell me about about her troubles. Her mom was in China to get money back from the sister who hadn't repaid. I asked her if she ever talked to her. She said "no, mom deleted my dad from SnapChat". Yikes!
I asked her if she missed her mom and she said yes. I told her that I would pray for her and her family. She reassured me that she had just prayed as she motioned to the statues in the corner of the restaurant. I asked her what their names were and she quickly let me know that she didn't know but that was what her mom told her to do so that is what she did. I told her that I pray to our Heavenly Father and that I knew lots about him from reading the bible. She just shrugged her shoulders.
Mission field at my favorite Chinese restaurant.
In a 5 mile radius from my church.
People are lost and hurting.
This precious 2nd grader.
His blood was shed so we can have complete access to him. Any time, any place. Not just once a year by the priest at the tabernacle.
My prayer is that my path will cross with this young girls again so I can continue the conversation from Friday night.
I just bet there is someone you know or encounter this week who does not know him as their personal savior.
What are you going to do about it?
My prayer is that my path will cross with this young girls again so I can continue the conversation from Friday night.
I just bet there is someone you know or encounter this week who does not know him as their personal savior.
What are you going to do about it?
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