A few weeks ago, I was eating lunch alone at a restaurant when three girls approached my table. One looked at me and said, "Hi. I know this may seem a bit strange, but is there anything that you want me to pray for?" I must have given her quite the confused look. She continued, "I just felt this energy towards you and I feel like God is telling me that I need to pray for you. I wrote something on a piece of paper ..." She pulled out a piece of paper and pointed to what she had written. "See, it says 'Girl in all black,' and then I saw you and I knew that it was you. So, is it okay if we pray?"
Caught a bit off guard, I asked, "Now?"
"Yeah. Or we can go outside, whatever is more comfortable for you."
"Well, I appreciate it and you are more than welcome to pray, but it's just not really my thing."
"Oh, that's okay. Well, can I have your name?"
I gave her my name, she told me hers - as did the girls who came with her. Then she went in for a handshake, but my hands were dirty, so I got the sympathetic rub on the arm with head tilt and smile. "Jesus bless you," she says and walks away.
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