Even reading stories like this and thinking of Him would make Him smile. 🙂
By John Grant-
Ruth looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter one more time…
I’m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I’d like to stop by for a visit.
Love always, Jesus.
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.” With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. “Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run to the store and buy something for dinner.” She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. “Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.” She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French…
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