Every day I pray that God will give me a chance to glorify Him. Yesterday, I think He answered my prayer.
I was at the store. The phone rang, I opened with my, "thank you for calling (redacted) pizza, will this be for pick up or delivery?"
The voice at the other end was hesitant. He asked for a manager. I offered to help.
After much pause and almost stuttering, he said, "I'm homeless and was wondering if you had any pizzas that customers didn't pick up that you would be throwing away."
I told him to come in to the store and I'd make a pizza up for him. And I prayed for God to use me, if this man came in.
About 20 minutes later, he opened the door. Slight, stooped, unshaven. Almost scared. I asked him if he made the call earlier, and when he said yes, asked him what he'd like for lunch. I had to ask him a few times before he gave an answer.
When his pizza was in the oven, I went out to the lobby and sat next to him. He jumped, like no one had done that in a while. Oh, my heart twisted! I asked him how he was doing. If he was okay.
He asked about my bracelet (I wear a rubber cause March of Dimes bracelet from the batch we gave out at Leila's due date). I told him we lost a baby last year. He couldn't seem to get over that.
Then he asked me, in this plaintive voice, "why are you doing this?" I can't really remember my answer, because from there it wasn't really me speaking. The Holy Spirit had firmly taken over my tongue. We talked about God, and he said he knew the Bible. I asked if he had Jesus in his heart, he said he wasn't sure that Jesus would want him. He had tears in his eyes. He talked about how scared he was, that he was an alcoholic and had stooped as far as drinking hand sanitizer to get his fix.
We talked about church some more, and my faith in God and how He got me through the worst year of my life. I went back to cut and box up his pizza. Came back out with his food and my number written on a paper. Gave him a hug, told him that God loves him where he's at.
And I'm praying for him. That he'll call or stop in. Or a miracle, that he'll show up at church on Sunday.
My God is the God of miracles!
Please pray for my friend...