Touched

This morning I received a tremendous blessing when a man, who had become a Christian only several weeks ago, asked me if he could say a prayer for me...

His name is Jose, and he has a long history of mental illness. I wrote about him in my journal for June 10.
 
I was so touched when Jose, in a humble and soft voice, and with his thick Spanish accent, stood before me with a big smile on his face and said, "Brother David, would it be alright if I prayed for you?" I told him that I would be pleased if he did so.
 
Jose then promptly closed his eyes, bowed his head, and with his right hand on my forehead, uttered a simple prayer in Spanish. He spoke to the Lord for several minutes, then he was done.
 
When we both opened our eyes, I was met with another big smile. I was smiling too. Jose was so pleased to do this. I suppose that he wanted to show his gratitude for all the times I prayed for him. Nevertheless, today, this prisoner was used by the Lord to encourage me.
 
Jose's act of love and kindness was yet one more signpost along life's oftentimes rough road that God is with me. The Lord guides each of His children along the way until we're all home in heaven.
 
D.B.