Short Stories

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First there was, ‘the witness’:

The first time we met,
I was going to need a lift to a morning service.
I asked my pastor if he could arrange a lift or if he knew anyone I could arrange a lift with for the following Sunday service.

His name was Christo. Blue green eyes; adored the Lord and just a year older than me. I saw him at church always bringing people to the Lord. We had never spoken and I wasn’t bothered until ‘the witness’.

The ‘witness’ that he was my husband.

It happened, when he first picked me up for the Sunday service. I remember it vividly.
I was sitting next to him while he drove and I gazed outside the window, daydreaming.
It was like an introduction, with the Holy Spirit tapping on my shoulder and simply saying, “This is your husband.”

I remember my thinking, “I’m not in the mood for this. Maybe the enemy is trying to trick me? I’ll pray about it.”

And when I prayed, all said was, “Look Lord, I’m not in the mood for this. Please just take it away.”

It didn’t go away.
Then I prayed again, “Lord, I don’t have time for this. Let’s just move on please.”

It didn’t go away.
Then I prayed again, “Father God, if this 'witness' is not of you please remove it from me in the name of Jesus.”

It didn’t go away.
Then i asked myself,“Is this ‘witness’ God or is it not?”

Then, ‘Time told the story’:

Five years later, we were married with two beautiful girls.

ps:God is not a man that He should lie, so when in doubt say a little prayer and let time reveal the source.

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