Good Morning, Pastor John.
Yesterday, I was going to service some window jobs. I had forgotten a contact number for one, but took their service ticket. I did the first job, and was driving to do the second, when I realized there was not a contact number for the place I was going.
I started to drive home to get a lot of paperwork completed and reschedule the appointment, but I heard the Spirit, “Call the office”. I pulled over and I called the office and received the contact number, and of course then called the person to let them know I was on my way. It was the [name withheld] Baptist Church, and one of the members had let me in to service the windows.
On the way to my truck after the service, I felt in my heart to give them one of my books. I told him that I had had a kidney stone and God had healed me from cancer. I explained to him that it was an education from Jesus, that money couldn’t buy. I told him a little more of my testimony on the book, then he said to me that his son has had a kidney stone that was so big that had to put a stint in to help pass it. The stint became infected and now he has to have a major (like mine) this Friday to see what they can do to remove the stint that is causing all of his son’s problem. They will operate on his son like they did on me to expose what may be bad inside. I pointed to my side and told him I have a huge scar, too. The book points to us, and especially to the power of God. He said he would read it and pass it on. I pray he does, and passes it on to his son to read.
Jesus, get’s past the titles of xty, and goes to the root of the situation. I know God loves this person and this person’s son. Had I not listened to the voice that told me to call the office, I would have not have been there in time to give my testimony of healing and give him a book about us.
What happens with the book is not my concern, though I pray I may get some kind of feedback. The links are in the back for them to look up. If they do, it will open a door to Jesus that they may not ever have known, if Jesus didn’t put it on my heart to make the effort to make contact with them. I left there feeling so good that I had pleased Jesus. Today was not about servicing windows, but obeying, God, and servicing whom He wants to service.
What was neat is when I saw a sign previously on the other job that said. “To obey is better that sacrifice”.
I love my little life!
billy m.