Being a stay-at-home mom really gave me the time I needed to do things, such as, writing my own tracts and sending them anonymously to random addresses found in classified ads that were placed in the back of questionable magazines. One time I created a “tract”, even though I had only been a Christian for a few years, still, I knew the basics and I had such passion flowing through my veins, I never understood it, I still don’t. It seems like I’ve been doing this kind of thing, in one form or another, since the moment I got saved. I remember sitting on my bed one day at the age of 17, 1 had made copies of a Christian article, grabbed a stack of envelopes, not even knowing what I was going to do with it, but the passion thing just took over and I wanted to mushroom whatever message was given to me. On this day, I got down to the last article copy, and I noticed there was exactly one envelope left. I was surprised, seeing as how I had no idea how many copies I had made, nor did I know how many envelopes I had grabbed. These coincidences kept happening, and I began to see patterns and purpose in what I was doing. I didn’t begin to tell anyone of the signs that were given to me until years later.
So about the tract I created. I made several hundred copies, stuffed them in envelopes, got the questionable addresses from the shady magazines, they were all ready to go, I was all set to save the world. Until it hit me: I didn’t have any stamps. And each one required 2 stamps. And I had a few hundred or so to mail.
This is what I did. I didn’t question anything. I closed my eyes, put my hands on the envelopes, and asked God to fund my mission. Then I went on with my day.
I don’t know if it was later on that day, or that week, but soon after, my mom was going to Wal-Mart, and she invited me to come along with her, she wanted to buy me a bathing suit. I have no idea why. I was married, and the only place I ever went swimming was at my own house. Or, my ex-husband’s house. I never viewed it as my own. (another blog
entirely)
So I went to Wal-Mart and picked out a bathing suit and went into the dressing rooms to try it on. Wal-Mart has tons of dressing rooms to choose from, you go in and there’s lots of curtain-covered rooms. I just walked down the hall and chose a random one, walked in, and guess what was all over the floor? In the one I just happened to choose?
Lots and lots of books of stamps. Yes. All over the place.
I bent down and picked them all up. It was treasure to me. I realized that I held in my hand enough stamps to mail my messages.
Normally I would have turned them in, but I knew that these were for me. Sometimes exceptions can be made, and this was one of those times. I took my stamps home and
mailed all my tracts.
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