My neighbors!

My neighbors are India -Indians! At our temporary apartment we live to be led by the Spirit. Not by chance, I presume, we are where we are.

*Help a guy push a car that was stalled.
*Encourage a lady who lives with her elderly mother. Offer to help her carry in groceries.
*Encourage a guy with two dogs and all that two dogs leave behind.
*In the middle of grilling supper (on our new little grill), I find myself fixing a new bike that belongs to Breathy an Indian girl who can't ride her new bike, the chain is off, Mom and dad have no tools, dad works all the time. A few minutes and mom says "God bless you!" Within minutes mom brings us an Indian dessert made with carrots and raisins. It was like nothing I have ever tasted, it was great! Breathy has ridden her bike for two days and she always tells me - "it's still working with a huge mile." Mom says, she'll introduce us to spicy curry. I can hardly wait.

Is there another reason we find ourselves in this apartment complex? I look around and I wonder how many are like sheep without a Shepherd. I pray and I carry a heavy heart. I wonder, who I am supposed to reach for Jesus? Will you pray with me?

I would love for my burned down house, lost possessions and burns/skin grafts to have an eternal purpose. I would feel so honored if someone would come to know Jesus the way I know Him through all of this!

Will you pray that I am listening to the prodding of God and pray that I will hear and obey.