When the face is familiar
I know her face, I thought, as I chatted with the clerk at Wal-Mart. I remembered I might have given her a tract on one of my shopping trips. I hesitated that I should give her a tract again and I almost didn’t. I could not remember what she had said so many months ago or if she had accepted the booklet. “Do you remember this booklet?” I asked as I handed her a “Would You Like To Know God Personally?” tract. “Yes! I love these!” she exclaimed. As I asked her why she liked tracts, Daphne seemed to indicate … Continue reading When the face is familiar
