March 16, 2009
My miracle this week took place on a personal train. An old Romanian woman sat across from me, and we had a great conversation. We talked about Romania, work, family, and friends. The conversation turned when she told me about her son, who had passed away 2 years ago. I shared with her my family's experience after my father passed away, and how prayer and embracing the gospel had helped us through the troubled times we had faced. She didn't want to give us her information, but she took a pass along card, puped us, and went her way. I do know the spirit touched her, and I know that if she doesn't contact us, when the time comes that missionaries knock on her door, she'll welcome them in. One step at a time the work moves forward.
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That is a great thing to remember. We never know whose lives we will touch.
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