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desales09
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Please pray for a young lady I met, let’s call her “Janet”. She works as a stripper, and is homeless, confused, quite possibly on drugs, living in despair, not open to conversation about God, or to any real help at all it seems.
Note: Perhaps this doesn’t matter, but I know her by a “chance” encounter. I think it was set up by God. I was in a parking lot outside of a restaurant (around midnight), just after meeting with a friend, and she was dropped off by another person. She walked towards my car, and knocked on my window (which kind of frightened me, to be honest, being a dark and empty parking lot), and said she needed a ride to a gas station “because that jerk wouldn’t even drive me there.” I accepted. Long story short, the gas station was closed, so she finally (after much confusion, indecisiveness, lamenting her lot in life, crying about wanting to be home with her parents in another state, etc.) accepted my offer - rather forceful offer - to get her a motel room for the night. She didn’t like this, but she also didn’t like the idea of anything else. She preferred to sit in the car, ride to and fro from place to place (this was probably why the guy before had insisted on just dropping her off at Sharis), and I had to decide for her. She was kind of hard to converse with, and definitely didn’t want the subject of God to be brought up. Thought maybe details would help.
Lee
Note: Perhaps this doesn’t matter, but I know her by a “chance” encounter. I think it was set up by God. I was in a parking lot outside of a restaurant (around midnight), just after meeting with a friend, and she was dropped off by another person. She walked towards my car, and knocked on my window (which kind of frightened me, to be honest, being a dark and empty parking lot), and said she needed a ride to a gas station “because that jerk wouldn’t even drive me there.” I accepted. Long story short, the gas station was closed, so she finally (after much confusion, indecisiveness, lamenting her lot in life, crying about wanting to be home with her parents in another state, etc.) accepted my offer - rather forceful offer - to get her a motel room for the night. She didn’t like this, but she also didn’t like the idea of anything else. She preferred to sit in the car, ride to and fro from place to place (this was probably why the guy before had insisted on just dropping her off at Sharis), and I had to decide for her. She was kind of hard to converse with, and definitely didn’t want the subject of God to be brought up. Thought maybe details would help.
Lee