Two different cities and two different attitudes. This morning we woke up in Cheyenne, Wyoming. On our way out of the hotel, a young woman started to board our elevator as we were waiting to exit. She was in her pajamas and around 20. I said, "It is better to let people off first, hon." She said, "I have to get to work." I noticed she looked like she had been crying so I let her go first. Later I was convicted that she probably needed to know that I prayed for her just then. Tonight we are in Omaha, Nebraska. We ate at a Culver's. An older woman brought our food. She looked maybe ten years older than me and I could tell her knees hurt her. Maybe not arthritis like me, but something was going on. However, she was very cheerful. Later I saw her kneeling down next to the trash can, wiping it down, and this time I listened to the conviction the Lord sent me. I took an Exchange tract from my purse and brought it to her, saying I was from Virginia Beach, noticed what a hard worker she is, and wanted to give her something. She lit up and thanked me. And I walked away crying. God was so good to remind me that my knees only hurt because I have been doing short hikes in national parks. This woman's knees must hurt her every day. And both of us need Jesus, like everyone else on earth!
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