It all started out with a phone call from a young man asking me to pray for him regarding his co-workers. I asked him if he had ever asked Jesus is his heart and where his relationship with God was now. He told me he was saved but struggling a little. I prayed for him and encouraged him to get in fellowship and read his bible so he could be the man of God the Lord wanted to use to lead his co-workers to Christ.
Next, 2 young moms with 3 of the most adorable babies, came in and said "We came to ask you to pray for us. Will you?" I said "Yes, of course, I would love to." Then one said jokingly "Is it free?" I answered "Absolutely. That's what we're here for." So she asked me to pray that she wasn't pregnant again because she was overwhelmed already. The second one chimed in "Oh, pray for me to. The same thing." So I prayed and thanked the Lord for giving them the beautiful children they already had and prayed for His perfect will and the strength and energy needed if He was giving them more.
A few hours later a girl came in and told me that she was looking for a sympathy card. When I asked her who died, she told me that her co-worker who was due to have her first baby next month's husband was on his last tour in Iraq and a week ago was killed by a bomb. The officers waited a long while at her home but when neighbors began to stare, they came to her work to tell her. She started having contractions and was admitted to the hospital. A week later, she received a card that he had sent before the accident. In a few days she will be identifying his body. She got a phone call and had to leave so I prayed on my own afterwards.
A few minutes ago, a mom, grandma and 3 teenage kids came in. They said they come here all the time but didn't seem very sociable which I thought somewhat strange. When I asked what they were shopping for, the mom told me that they go to Maranatha church and her son was in the wrong place at the wrong time the other day and was killed in a gang incident. She said her other kids were having a really hard time and wanted to come here to get prayed for. I hugged her, holding back tears as her family gathered around and we prayed. She clung to me and said "I know where he is. He was a good boy and he made a difference in a lot of lives." Each kid picked out a cross necklace as a memorial and they bought 30 buttons to give out at the memorial service on Saturday.
You never know why you are in the place God calls you to be for the day. But if you ask Him to use you, boy will HE. I think I'm gonna go have a good cry now.
C28 Escondido Store Manager