One evening I stopped in at a restaurant for take-out. It was still early and the restaurant was slow. I sensed the Lord would have me speak to the cashier. Instead I just thanked her for my food and left. A week later I went again for take-out. The same girl was running register and once more I sensed I was to share with her, but I failed again.

A week later and there she was again. I prayed, “Lord forgive me. Grant me Your strength and words.” As she handed me my food, I looked at her for a moment – dumbfounded – and believe it or not, I turned away a third time. In my heart I said “What a miserable coward I am. Don’t I care for her soul?”

It was then that I turned back to her and said: “Excuse me, the Lord has shown me to speak with you three times now and I’m finally obeying. May I ask you, ‘Do you know the Lord?’” She looked at me speechless. I then asked if she had a Bible. Again no response. Then I asked, “Is someone praying you?” In shock she nodded yes. I finished by saying “The Lord is really calling you,” and gave her a booklet. She was visibly shaken. Since then, I have never seen her there again, but I know the Lord used those few words. How patient God is. And how wonderful to be an answer to someone else’s prayers.