The beginning of a walk

I thought today I would sit and write the story of a little girl who lived years ago in a far away land named Carol. She lived on Toney Drive in Decatur Georgia with her mom, dad, big brother and dog Inky. She loved to ride her bike, play the piano and pretend church. One night her mom and dad took the family along with another family squeezed into a station wagon to a revival. Yes, a revival under a tent. People would come to an open air church meeting with a pine bark floor. They sat in folding chairs or stood around the opening. Someone played the piano. The preacher spoke loudly and passionately about the Lord! The preacher pulled out his handkerchief and blew his nose. At the end of the service they had a altar call. That is where people walked down an aisle to the front. The little girl sat and watched a lot of people walking and crying. She didn’t say much going home but when she got home she called her mom to her purple bedroom room to talk. There on her bed she asked her mom questions about God and a short time later prayed to ask Jesus to come into her heart. She called her grandparents, Mee-Maw and Dad to tell them of her decision. They all rejoiced.
The little girl began her walk with the Father at 9 years of age and now she is 54. May those of you who read these words be encouraged to know God reached down to this little girl and He is still reaching for those that don’t know Him. Even though the preacher spoke maybe a little loud and blew his nose and waved his handkerchief in the air God used him to bring another one into His kingdom. God uses us all in our imperfections to bring Him glory. Walk with the Father today and wave you handkerchief. You never know when some one will be watching, and watch your words, someone is listening.