My Day is Not My Day…

Today I had a plan.

Plans are important. I guess they are useless, however.

I got to my coffee shop with a plan in mind.

All the things I wanted to do were good things.

A young man I do not know came over, held out his hand, and said, “i need to talk to you.” He talked for 45 minutes, we prayed and he walked away.

Immediately a second young man walked up, put out his hand and said, “My life stinks. Can you help me?” We talked for a half hour. He cried, we prayed, he left.

An older gentleman, also unknown to me, came over and said, ‘”May I have a turn?” He talked an hour. We prayed. He left.

Three hours, three unknown persons, three prayers. I have yet to do the first thing I intended to do but I got to talk to three men about Jesus.

Luke 9:38 tells us to pray to the Lord of the Harvest that laborers be raised up to the Harvest.  Someone, somewhere is praying that prayer. this is why I am getting the opportunity to visit with men i do not know about the God I do know.

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