Story of a Friend

Over the summer, I lost a friend to old age. Thinking about it, we were 48 years apart. I have friends my age, but there was something about Miss Betty that kept our friendship going for many years. She lived next door to me for years. Un-married. No children. Devout Catholic. Miss Betty was an […]

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Over the summer, I lost a friend to old age. Thinking about it, we were 48 years apart. I have friends my age, but there was something about Miss Betty that kept our friendship going for many years. She lived next door to me for years. Un-married. No children. Devout Catholic. Miss Betty was an independent person. She loved her home and all her possessions. After her stroke and a weak heart, she had no choice but to move into a senior living facility. First an apartment to herself and then hospice care in her last years. When I went to visit at the facility, we talked about her health, my family, work, money, you name it. At every ending of our time together, we prayed. She said she loved my prayers. I mean Pentecostals pray a prayer! I knew she would not make it for long. Every time I left her place, I would say, “I’ll see you again.” I never knew the day before she passed, that would be the last time I said those words.   

Prior to Miss Betty’s passing, I told my good friend about our wonderful conversations and how we talked about God. My spiritual friend asked, “Have you ever led her into the sinner’s prayer?” I responded, “We prayed, but I never ask her to invite Christ into her life.” My friend told me to start your prayer and say repeat after me. I mean hearing those simple words gave me the confidence to do it. And the week before Miss Betty passed, she accepted Christ. It came from my mouth, but it was Holy Spirit guiding me. In my lifetime, I have always asked those I encountered, “Do you want to accept Christ as your Savior?” Some said yes, while others said not at this time.

Jesus talked a lot about seed planting. Even if the person you share the Word with says, not this time, you are still planting the seed! As God works through us and we share our faith with others, we never know if the Word we share will take root or when. I’ve known Miss Betty for many years, but the moment she received Christ as her personal Savior it was God’s time! I miss my friend but I know she’s in glory with our Heavenly Father. We

Be encouraged that our sowing of the Good News might, even after many years, be received by someone who will “accept it, and produce a crop.”

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