Last Sunday morning Bob and I were waiting in the lobby of the LaQuinta Salida/Riverbank for our son to pick us up for church when a woman entered the lobby from outside. She was very tall (over 6’), dark skinned, wearing a large straw hat, long dress, sandals and because it was a bit chilly, a faux-fur vest. She was also carrying a paperback book.
She walked past us but seconds later turned around and approached. Facing Bob she asked in a quiet voice, “My I pray for you?” Bob’s hearing is not good, and he did not understand what she said, so she repeated her question. When he still did not understand, I explained that he does not hear well.
She raised her voice and repeated her question a third time. Bob declined, but I looked at her and said that I can always use prayer if she wanted to pray for me. She did.
I scooted over on the bench as she sat down and put her arm around me. There we sat—a short old white lady and a tall younger black lady, strangers, heads bowed, God’s children, praying.
I listened as she prayed for me and realized she voiced a request very similar to that prayed over me at the last prayer meeting at CFC Caldwell by Pastors Paul and Jerrad. Almost the same wording! A confirmation from God Himself to my heart!
When she was done praying, she rose and walked behind us toward the dining area. I never saw her again. I never got her name.
This is not my first “sweet encounter.” I have had them on the streets, at Walmart, and in the middle of a Cracker Barrel. I have had them near and far. Their memories remain with me, and I am blessed.
