I was waiting my turn as the clerk answered questions for the man in front of me. I was half-listening and began to check my purse for tracts.
Nuts! I thought. I had not re-stocked my purse and only had Spanish Four Laws.
“Where are you from?” the clerk asked his customer.
“Mexico,” he replied.
As the man finished his purchase, I welcomed him to our country and he accepted a tract from me. Like many non-English-speaking people I meet, he was pleased to get a booklet in his own language.
I was amused that God made sure I had the right tract even when I thought I didn’t!
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