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A Tale of Two Cities

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!
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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