He works through everything
She knew of this church, she actually grew up attending the Church of Christ. So she googled it on her phone, and it was only 3.6 miles from her location. She actually was attending services there online until her computer crashed. There was a lady that she emailed with from the jail ministry department to at one time before the pandemic. Maybe the invitation was from her. But were the churches safe to attend? Her mother would want her to be sterilized before she came in the house. What a dilemma, oh well she’d have to pass up on this invitation. Wait a minute, there was a letter that was in with the card. The letter was from a the downstairs neighbor named Mr. Kelly and it read as follows;
Ms. Daisy, I know you like to go to church on Sundays, and I know you don’t go anymore because of your mamma and this pandemic. I have encouraged you to go back to church down the road, and you are to nervous to go to that church. I tell you what, I will take care of mamma, or be on call for her Sunday and I’m sending you an invitation to this church. If you accept, then be ready by 10:45am on Sunday and I’ll send a LYFT driver to take you to this address. We will figure out something to tell mamma to appease her worried heart. It’s easier to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission.
Sincerely; Mr. R. Antonio Kelly
PS Happy Valentines Day
Oh my word, what a Valentines gift; and what a man. I always privately admire him, he always fixes things for me. I’m going to church Sunday; yippee!
Sunday comes, and mamma’s wearing her apron and sitting downstairs in her chair. I am ready and head downstairs. Mr. Kelly acts so impressed, and he’s dressed up too. I say, “Oh I didn’t know you were going, what about my mamma?” He says, “Oh no my beauty I am dressed for the Sunday dinner me and your mamma are going to prepare for you to eat when you get home. Now, scat cat we gots’ us some cooken to do, right mamma?” What a dream, that man so impresses me quite frequently. He is so nice, and thoughtful. Oh how I am so excited to go to church for the first time in two years.
Mr. Kelly has always been so kind to me, he’s always been so respectful too. He treats me like mother, sister, and friend. He is respectful and honors me like a good husband honors his wife. But until things change for him, he cannot ask me to be his wife. So we are friends, the best of friends. He’s supported me through so many trials, and ups and downs. His failing health prevents him from being a more active man, I see him as strong and active. But I think he is really a lot sicker than he lets on, don’t tell him that I said that dear diary. But what a dream this man is. However friendship is all he can give. Which is fine, but what this man gives me is nothing short of the devotion I need, until you see Jesus take us all home.
1 Corinthians 15:52 in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet ; for the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.
You see, now I understand why every Sunday Mr. Kelly has been downstairs and a LYFT driver has left without a passenger. You see he’s a really private man, and I rarely speak to him. I guess because he’s really big and muscular, plus he has a really deep authoritative voice that kind of intimated me before I got to know him and witness his generosity. I met him kind of on the fly after mammas first heart attack, and stroke. He and I met at a group meeting for stroke victims, care-takers, and it was kind of like a support group. He invited Mamma, and I to live at his house because we became homeless. He took us in, a lady from church had invited us to stay with her, but she began facing financial issues that deemed necessary for her to request $300 a month from us. How was I supposed to save any money for an apartment. After all, I had to leave my home and possessions behind. Anyways, mamma was going to assisted living now, and I was going back to church. Mr. Kelly is such a nice gentleman.
Oh my that’s Jesus for you……