The Pocket Full of Quarters Lady
I have been reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. 2 Tim 1:5-6 NIV
Victoria’s Secret? Really God? I argued as I walked through a mall with Pastor Ron and his wife Amanda Fuller. There was no mistake. I had what I call a “drawing feeling” to go into the store. I like their vanilla body wash and I had left my bottle in Jacksonville.
“I need to go into there,” I stammered. “I use their body wash. I’m out. You don’t have to go in with me.” Ron and Amanda graciously encouraged me to go shop but didn’t follow me in. I groaned, wondering if they thought I was going to buy unmentionables.
“May I help you?” I lovely young lady asked. She even looks like she should work here, I thought. She led me over to the vanilla body wash and then to the cash register.
“Are you from here?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“You look like you should be working in Victoria's Secret,” I said. “You are lovely.”
“Thanks,” she said shyly and beamed.
“Do you go to church here?” I asked.
“I sometimes go with my grandma.”
“Do you know where you are going in the next life?” I asked.
“I don’t have a clue,” she admitted.
“Has your grandma told you about Jesus?” I asked. Of course Grandma had told her about Jesus.
“Is Grandma praying for you?” I asked.
“I’m sure she is!”
“Well, your grandma has prayed me to you.” I told her what I did. I gave her the Gospel. She eagerly prayed to receive Jesus.
“Call your grandma and tell her what happened,” I suggested. “Also, you probably want to tell your Grandma’s church and ask them what to do next.”
It was fast. It was meant to be. God had it all planned and had prepared the way. I was in the store in under ten minutes. No – Ron and Amanda were not surprised someone had prayed to receive Jesus.
“Her name is Britney,” I said. “She had another customer so I didn’t get her contact information. Promise me you’ll follow up with her.”
“Amanda,” Ron said. “Cheryle just gave me permission to go into Victoria’s Secret.” We all have to make sacrifices for Jesus.
Grandma did all the work. All I did was swoop in and finish it. Victoria may have her secrets but a Grandma’s prayers are no secret! Are you praying for a grandchild? Want company? Email Cheryle and I’ll pray with you.
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