Elevator Diaries (The Case of the Repeated Encounter)

Elevator Diaries

She ambled swiftly down the hallway, a spray bottle in tow. She hit the button beside the elevator. She waited patiently humming a tune from her heart. She yawned in an effort to wake up although a smile was on her face and in her heart. Before the door opened, a lady walked up and joined her in the hallway. When the doors opened she hit the second floor.

"I'm going to the fourth floor," the anonymous lady said.

She quietly hit the fourth floor.

"It's getting warm already," the anonymous lady said.

"Yes, it's pretty humid out," she said, although the fall season was in full bloom.

When the elevator stopped at the second floor I said, "Have a good day."

"Thanks, you too."

The following day, she headed toward the elevator on her morning routine, a melodious tune on her lips.

Surprisingly, she saw the same lady entering the the elevator.

She smiled politely, "How are you today?"

"I'm doing well, I tried to wear an Island look, but I don't know if it was successful or not."

She smiled widely, nodding her head. The appropriate response eluding her as the elevator stopped at the second floor.

"Have a good day," she said.

"You too."

Hmm, she was beginning to wonder if God's providence was at work. Only time would tell. (To be continued...)



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Beach Diaries

Beach Diaries

Wilmington NC
As I stare out at the blue, translucent water, I feel closer to God. Your creation is a great wonder to see. A beauty to behold! The Holy Spirit brings to my mind, "they looked at the one on whom they had pierced." I say a silent prayer for unsaved loved ones as I feel the waves beckoning me to come in deeper. I pray that my unsaved relatives will look on the one that they have pierced and realize that it was their sins that nailed Jesus to the cross and repent and get saved. I walk in deeper allowing the waves to capsize my ankles. Yes Lord, I will go deeper I say in my heart. I take His hand. I choose to trust. As the child held my hand, she beckoned me forward. I took a step forward in childlike faith.





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Reflections of Africa

A Reflection of my Mission's Trip  to Africa

May 4, 2015

She breathed in the cold air, bracing herself as she walked down the terminal, about to board the plane. She felt excited and exhilarated at the same time ready to experience a plane ride for the first time. She shifted her bag on her shoulder, a bit shocked by the small exterior of the plane and denied thoughts of claustrophobia that tried to plague her mind. She could do this by God's grace...

May 5, 2015 Lome, Togo West Africa

The blistering hot air clung to her skin as she stepped off the plane onto African soil in Lome, Togo West Africa. The glistening sunlight shone bright. She looked around, she had finally arrived to her destination. Her homeland, Africa. She didn't have much time to take in the sights as she shuffled onto the bus that would carry them to their destination.

May 6, 2015 Lome, Togo West Africa

She entered the church and looked around at the exposed wooden beams and the cement floor, staring up at the tin roof that was arched high above.  The members immediately started placing the benches in systematic rows. She immediately spotted a dark, chubby small baby boy with curly black hair and she pinched his cheek and held her arms out. The little girl who was holding him handed him to her. He was so soft. She squeezed him towards herself. A lady asked in French if she spoke French. She said "English." And she said, "Oh English," as she moved on.

She took a seat on a bench as a little boy of 11 came over to sit with her and his buddy. He helped her follow the song the leader sang in French from the darkened pulpit sliding his finger underneath each word. As the sunlight faded leaving florescent lights flickering, the ceiling fans ushered in a breeze. The young boy explained each part of the service, his French accent thick. He showed her lyrics to a song that he and his friends had written. She marveled that a boy so young had such a passion for serving the Lord and had such spiritual insight that she longed to see in the youth in America. When the preacher preached she sat compelled by his message although he spoke in French. Her spirit resonated with his words as she nodded and said amen with the congregation. As the children huddled around her, smiling up at her, the young boy lending her his big bible, she felt like she was home.

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