God in the market place

I was leaving an office building down town this morning and passed a woman reading a library book in a little alcove.

She kind of smiled. I kind of smiled. You know, the weak, "Hey. . ." and move on.

As I jogged down the stairs, I had a sense to go back up and talk to her. About what? To witness? To make sure she's having a nice day?

Maybe it's just me being weird because I didn't give her a big smile and loud hello.

Out the door and down the sidewalk, I still felt the tug. God? Then I knew, she was asking God for or about something and He wanted her to know He was going to do it.

I turned around.

"Hi, I'm Rachel." I offered my hand.

"I'm Teresa." She shook my hand before removing her glasses.

"Are you asking God for something?"

Smiling, she sat back. "Yes, I am."

"He says He's going to do it. Keep surrendering, keep asking."

"Thank you very much, I will."

Mission accomplished.

Look for God to use you in the market place today!