She looked in the mirror and saw the same face she’d seen for many years. But this time she only saw the emptiness. What was wrong? What was missing?
Not sure where to start, Eunice went to her bedroom and got on her knees and asked God what to do. The answer came back: go to a Bible Study.
She had heard of one on her block. A few days later Eunice knocked on her neighbor’s door and asked if she could visit their group. The hostess stood at the door, hesitating.
“I’m so sorry, Eunice, we only have eight chairs at the dining room table. I’m just trying to follow the guidelines.” Crestfallen, Eunice walked back down the front path and headed back towards her house. But something told her to go back. She took a deep breath and headed back to knock on the door again.
“Would you mind if I just sat in your living room and listened? “ Eunice smiled wistfully at her neighbor.
“Well, of course, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.” she answered. Eunice joined the group that day and never looked back. When Eunice broke the ice, it set in motion an entire neighborhood learning of God’s love and forgiveness.
Sometimes there’s a wonderful gift from God right in our path. And almost always, the enemy puts a large obstacle in front of it, hoping we won’t have the gumption to push away or step over the roadblock. The overly dutiful hostess who held to the suggested guidelines of eight people for a study became Eunice’s roadblock. Eunice backtracked, got a running start and jumped over the hurdle, receiving a heavenly gift, a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. She could have gone home, sat on the couch and cried and held a grudge the length of California against those unfriendly Christian women. I’m not sure I would have gone back.
Now a seasoned citizen, Eunice looks in the mirror and sees a woman with a purpose. In her face she reflects the love of God. Because she knocked twice, she was able to change her eternal zip code.
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