Fight A Good Fight

Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say, hello anyway, so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonalds, on a crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around, I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and standing there behind me were two, poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the shortest gentleman, close to me, he was smiling. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient, and the blue eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all, Miss." That was all they could afford to be able to sit in the restaurant and warm up; they had to buy something...they just wanted to be warm. Then I really felt it, a compulsion so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my reaction. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman’s cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said," I did not do this for you...God is here working through me to give you hope."

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, honey, to give me hope."

In January of 1997 my wife and I felt a strong leading to evangelize. On the first of February 1997 we left Grayling, Michigan on what we referred to as “our missionary quest.” In just two years we ministered in three states and lived in four different homes. We managed to hold full time work, write four books, held bible studies and in each location saw lost soul’s approach the throne of the Lord. While in Berrien Springs we ministered to divorced couples, couples thinking about divorce and families with wayward children. As we began to build the work, Satan did his best to discourage us. After six months, we move to another city. But after just three months I became a budget cut, and lost my full time job. Satan tried to discourage us at our lowest of times. The Lord continued to bless. After each occasion, the Lord revealed to me just what our mission was, and moved us to our next one. It wasn’t easy along the way especially for our children. But the Lord made all the necessary provisions.