I met a lady today who was 77 years old, nice, clean almost shaven haircut, beautiful glasses, tall, thin, a little countryfied with her nice blue jean shorts on. She had MS but you would never know it unless you looked down at her legs and saw the 2 black braces under her knees.
We had a wonderful conversation about the world and how things are going here in the United States. I noticed that she had a beautiful golden cross Necklace on with a star of David around it and I complimented her on her necklace. She began to tell me that she was adopted and throughout all the years she finally took a blood test and found out she’s Ashkanazi Jew. I found that so exciting, We had such a wonderful conversation. Please keep her husband Daniel in prayer because he just got over cancer and throughout the years it came back. She said he’s hanging in there though because when he goes to the doctors and his blood is okay he doesn’t have to get treatment but if he goes and his blood is not what they expect he has to get a treatment. (Metastatic I think?)
She even hugged me out in the parking lot as we were leaving and said “It was very nice to have a conversation with you” and I looked at her and I said “Ditto” and she laughed and said “Isn’t it nice to know you’re old enough to remember that term?” I agreed.
I had a beautiful conversation with an Ashkenazi Jew who reminded me that I am grafted in as well. God is good you never know when he’s going to show up. She was adopted and lived in different homes exactly like I was and we thanked God for keeping us all of these years.
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And then I went to Subway…
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