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Take Two, They're Small
Whispers of
winter winds blew through the snow on that cold, late
autumn day. Across the street from the coffee house, I
heard children giggling as they frolicked in the snow.
I was meeting my Pastor for coffee (he had tea!) that
afternoon, because I needed to talk to him about a major
decision.
Coincidentally, we met each other on the sidewalk in
front of the restaurant.
Pastor Rick greeted me, “Hi there Tom!” and embraced me
with a big bear hug.
I returned the favor, “I love you, Pastor.”
“I love you, too.”
We went inside and sat down. He already knew a little
about my situation, but I wanted to give him some more
details and get his counsel.
“Pastor…” I started thoughtfully. He just tilted his
head, listening, as he stirred sweetener into his
coffee. I always go to my comfort zone—which is
humor--when I’m nervous, so I pointed to the sweetener
and said, “My friend always says, ‘Take two, they’re
small.’” We laughed together.
“I wanted to meet you today, because—as you’ve probably
heard—I wanna get married.“
“Congratulations!” he said with a smile, and a short
laugh.
I nervously laughed with him, but then seriously said,
“I’m concerned though…because all of my life, I start
things and I never finish them. I guess you could say
I’m scared. Or maybe…well…should I do this? What do you
think?”
“First of all, Tom, thanks for talkin’ to me. I know
this is hard. Getting married is a huge step—a big
commitment. I do have a word of wisdom for
you, though—“
“Oh, really? I’ve been praying….”
“Yes, I have been too. Go ahead--get married, but always
remember this: she’s always right. If you humble
yourself and always love her as Christ loves the
church—as He loves you—you will have a happy marriage.
Happy wife, happy life.”
I couldn’t help it: I started crying. The waitress
stopped by, and refilled our cups. She noticed something
different about us.
The Holy Spirit was working!
“Would you like somethin’ to eat?” the waitress asked.
“Not for me…how about you, Tom?”
Wiping tears from my eyes, I confidently answered,
“Actually I have somethin’ for you. Do you believe in
God?”
“Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”
I didn’t know this lady! I went on under the anointing
of God with a word of knowledge.
“Only God knows all the reasons why He calls someone
home, perhaps earlier than we thought He should.
Your mother was sick for many years, and you—“
The waitress started crying. “How do you know this?
I...I don’t understand…”
“God knows and He sent us here to tell you that He
cares.” Pastor Rick simply said.
“--you took care of her all those years. You wondered
why and when it would all end. Jesus took her home at
His appointed time. “ Then, I spoke in great faith,
“Today is your day for a healing of all the hurt
you feel inside.”
The waitress—we found out her name is Sheila--happened
to be done with her 6 a.m. to 3 p.m. shift, and she sat
down at our table, and listened intently.
And cried.
Then we all held hands and prayed and the gift of
healing flowed from God through us to Sheila.
She let go and put her head into her hands and started
sobbing. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her face,
whispering, “Thanks… I was just prayin’ about this last
night. Could you also pray for my kids? I’m just a
waitress, and a single mom, I just got outta prison and
I hafta give up my kids. I have 2 kids…”
Pastor Rick gently took Sheila’s hand again. We prayed
for Jesus to intervene in a working of miracles.
I spoke a word of prophecy, “Your children
will be okay. I will adopt them.”
“Hey, keep it down out there!” yelled the
Manager.
Then, the discernment of spirits kicked
in, “Come on, let’s walk outside, just for a minute.”
“Okay, go ahead. I gotta get my things…” Sheila said.
We stepped outside, and I spoke in the gift of
tongues. Pastor Rick had the
interpretation of tongues: “My sons, I AM pleased
with your willing submission to My Spirit. Remember the
greatest gift of all--Remember My love.”
“Should I do it, Pastor? Should I adopt Sheila’s kids?”
“Take two, they’re small.”
We laughed together, as Sheila walked out, smiling.
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--bro. tim pickl
Saturday November 24, 2007 A.D.
Also see: http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level1.php?id=19875
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