This morning, I stopped by the gas station where the teenager works- the one who delivered God’s message.

I was going into town with no reason to get gas but something pulled me into the station and he came right up to my car.

I thanked him for his gift and told him the whole sordid story of why I was so faithless that day. I told him some things that after they left my mouth, I thought “Now why did I tell him THAT?”

After I finished, he was quiet and turned away. I could see him wipe his face and then he turned back to me and told me something that astonished me.

He is a new Christian just recently coming to the Lord. He had been hearing these messages in his head since accepting God into his heart, but he had never said anything to anyone about what he sensed or felt or heard until I came along.

He said he was drawn to my car as it passed the station on the road as I going into town and the message began to speak to his heart. Then I came back around and swung into the gas station and he gathered all his courage and came over and delivered the message. he said he was unsure of how I was going to take it but he knew he had to deliver it.

I told him God has great things in store for him and that he pulled me out of a dark place and brought me back to my basic faith. he said that last night at church, he had asked about 20 of the members to stay behind and pray with him. He wanted to know if he had done right by speaking to me that day, and now here I was in his day confirming that he indeed speaks the wisdom of God.

I left for home, once more with goosebumps on my arms on a warm summer day.