Saturday night was actually almost the toughest night for me during Project Camp because I was getting more and exhausted, and on that day I thought I wouldn’t be able to talk or be hospitable to anybody anymore. I could only pray that God would guide me through the whole evening and would speak and care through me.
When I got on the bus to drive to the tent in the city, an elderly woman asked if I wanted to sit next to her (because I was standing in the aisle). So I sat next to her, and, for some reason, I felt that I should invite her for dinner at the tent, but when we got out of the bus she was so moved so quickly in a different direction that I didn’t get the chance to say a word. So I just prayed that if God wanted me to invite her that He would let us meet again somehow, and all of a sudden, while I was heading toward the tent, I saw her again. I came next to her and asked her if I could invite her to dinner. She was kind of surprised and asked if she looked “like that,” so I explained to her what we were doing. She said she was sorry but she had to work and on Sunday she had to visit her mom who was in the hospital and really sick. The lady asked for my name, and I gave her a flyer. She said if I wanted to I could visit her some day at the nearby store where she worked, and then we left.
Although this was such a short encounter, it was really intense, so I kept praying for her during the evening and made plans to visit her during the next week. At the end of the evening, after we had eaten, listened to music, and to a sermon, one of our staff members came to me and behind her was the lady I met on the bus. She handed a bag to me and seemed to be in a hurry again, so the only thing I was able to say was that I would visit her during the next week, and then she was gone. I was so surprised and did not know why she handed that bag to me. When I opened it I could hardly believe it. I felt hot tears come to my eyes. In the bad was a beautiful bouquet of roses. Only a little while later did I realize that there was also an envelope in the bad. When I opened it and read the note I was really touched. She wrote that she read on the flyer that this was obviously a Christian event, and asked if I would include her and her sick mom in my prayers.
I have never experienced anything like that. She really was like an angel to me on that day. To me all of this was like Jesus trying to show me: “Sarah, I see you where you are and how exhausted you are. I just wanted to encourage you and send you these flowers!” It really was so amazing. Again on that evening I was able to see how Jesus guided me through the whole evening and never put me under pressure. This was so wonderful. During the whole week I realized more and more that it was not about me, but about Him, and I was able to realize every single day how He lived through me without me doing or trying to produce anything. I am so thankful for that.
By now I have visited the woman of the store again and was able to listen to her about her sick mom and comfort her. She still has a rough time to go through, worrying about her mom, but we are staying in touch, and I am really excited to see what God will do in her life.
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