There are two encouraging events that touched on areas of my heart were I had been praying: strengthening of my faith and security with God. Pray for rain, plow the field.

Praying for strengthening of my faith and security with God – Part 1

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Tuesday evening, I left work late and decided to go to a restaurant for dinner. For some reason, I end up at Applebee’s a lot. I was sat at a booth, but then felt the lighting was too dim there. I asked to be moved to a section where the light was better. I sat down, ordered, and began to read and write. Proverbs 9 – 12 were the study topics. As I am reading, I felt a top on my shoulder. I turned and it was one of two men that were in the booth next to the one I moved from. He said something like “I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate that you came in with your bible, and wanted to let you know that I have paid for you meal tonight. God bless you.” I thanked him and replied in kind, he then shook my hand and walked out.

I reflected some and continued my reading and writing. The waitress later came and said my meal had been paid for. I decided to order something small, a dessert. I wanted the opportunity to pay forward what I had received. So when the check came I paid what I would have paid, plus gratuity. I finished my writing, made notes about what had just happened, and left. After some time I thought of the influence to at least 3 people that I walked in with a bible, a journal, a purpose and an expectation. I don’t know what it meant to the man, or if the waitress appreciated the gesture. As for me, it was God’s way of letting me know he was there with me, and I now carry that joyful memory with me.