~Dear Betty~

For some time now, driving into town the passerby’s grab my attention. I wonder what their names are. I wonder what their favorite colors and foods are and why. I wonder what aches and pains them - mentally and physically. Who are they and what would it look like for God to bless them today?

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I met Betty near a year ago inside the Pony Express gas station. She was sitting at the tables reading the paper. Night was falling quick but I felt so strongly the Lord saying, “stop and visit” and so I stopped. It was her gentle smile and love that warmed my heart and before I knew what I was doing an hour had passed listening to her stories and sharing my own. For the first time I felt completely and utterly inadequate to minister to women. Yet absolutely sure it is just what God had in mind and precisely what He had lain on my heart to do. Women, like sweet Betty, are more than a few. It is women like her that I want to devote time to. Time to minister God’s grace and love. Looking at her I would never have known her dear husband passed away two years ago to cancer, nor her poor living conditions or mounds of medical bills or how broken her family is and how lonely she is. I wouldn’t know how much it means to her to see a happy face and open arms for a hug. She’s one of the reasons why I love what I do. Because she blesses me just as much as my time blesses her.