Last week we were walking down the street on our way to church when we passed a woman tending her flower garden in front of her house. We waved and kept walking, and she called to us, "Do you live here?" We told her that no, we live in another part of town, but we visit people out here.
"Where is your church?" she asked. We explained to her how to get to our church.
"I used to be a member of your church," she told us.
"Really? How long ago?" I asked.
"Oooh, a long time ago. Probably 20 years. I joined in Buenos Aires. I was a missionary too." She told us that she had been married in the Catholic church and that her husband passed away just four months ago. Across the street from her house is a Catholic church, but she told us that she doesn't feel good in that church. She wants to return to the true Church.
Yesterday we visited Teresa again. She showed us her photos from her mission in Salta, Argentina. She invited us to eat lunch with her - we initially declined, because we had another lunch appointment elsewhere, but while we talked, the sister called to cancel the appointment, so we got to eat lunch with our new friend and sister. Just before we left, we invited her to pray. "Let's see if I remember," she said. In her prayer, she thanked God for sending us to her and for showing her that He hasn't forgotten her.
God truly is mindful of each of us, and it is a privilege to take part in His great work to "