two peopleSo many amazing things have happened since the last post. I will write up a summary soon as it has been a roller coaster of an experience.

Back on track . . .

This afternoon two visitors showed up at my house today out of the blue. Two men I never met. Two hispanic men. Two men looking for help. An elderly gentleman and younger man about my age.

So here is what happened.

My daughter was out vacuuming our van due to the recent trip we took to Southern California. Suddenly she came running inside and notified me that two men wanted to speak with her Dad. I looked out the window and my first thought was that they wanted to help with my yard. We tend to get people asking if they can help with weekly yard maintenance. I guess my yard looks like it needs it?

So I go out there and ask if I could help them. The younger man, Jose, explained that they were looking for a hospital that the older gentlemen, Andres, needed to go to for a job. After much discussion we were able to narrow it down to one of the Presbyterian hospitals here in Rio Rancho. It was Rust medical center.

So I started explaining directions on how to get there, taking them by the curb of my house and showing them where they needed to go. Then I asked Jose,

“How did you end up here at my house?”
“We were driving and we got lost. So we drove down your street and stopped here. Then we noticed your daughter cleaning the van.”
“Did you stop anywhere else?”
“No, we just felt like we need to stop here. So we walked up to your daughter and asked if her Dad was home.”
“Oh, wow! That is pretty amazing that you stopped here out of all the places you could have ended up.”
“Yes, you are correct.”

As we talked some more I felt like I needed to draw them a map. So I said why don’t you come inside while I draw you a map. It was very windy and cold. As we were walking to the front door from the curb I asked if they believed in God.

Jose replies, “Yes we do!”
“Really, that is great! Do you believe in Jesus Christ? . . . I mean Jesus Christo the Son of God?”
“Yes very much we do!” They both nod with smiles.
“That is great news! So do I! This is no accident you stopped here and that you are looking for a job! I will have to pray for you both if you do not mind.”
“Oh no we don’t mind.”

So inside our house we go out of the cold and blustery wind. I introduce them to my family and explain why our front room looks a mess. They were very grateful. They didn’t seem to mind. I asked if they needed any food or drink. They both said they were fine and thanked me.

I finished drawing the map and we head outside. Then I ask if I could pray for them and bless Andres, the older gentleman for his job. They both agreed. We held hands and blessings of Love flowed out and touched their hearts. Then we departed but as we departed they stopped and thanked me greatly and that Andres would come by again. I told him that would be great. We will eat together the next time we meet. He smiled. Both Jose and Andres thanked me again and departed.

As I was walking away I felt so blessed. I felt like God was entrusting me with His children knowing that I would help and open my home to them. I really believe God directed them to our street where Khaia was out front vacuuming which from the street it would have been very difficult to see her. It felt more like a divine appointment. Like they both needed the blessing, prayer and encouragement. So did I 🙂

I am humbled yet again. It was a risk but well worth it for my Father!

Thank you Father for trusting me with your precious ones! I am Yours! Do what you want!

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