And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, “This is the way; walk ye in it,” when ye turn to the right hand and when ye turn to the left. Isaiah 30 v 21

‘Where Lord?  I know I have to go, but where?’

It was Saturday morning.  In my bag I had a packet of  Christian Tracts ready for distribution.  I continued to pray, asking, ‘Lord, where do you want me to go today?’  I started the car, still not knowing where He was sending me.  I drove towards Eastbourne praying continually, ‘Lord where shall I go?’  I was ready to turn the car round and head to any place He directed.  Almost immediately I knew I must continue driving to Eastbourne.  Yes, Eastbourne.  The traffic was reasonable heavy but as I was threading my way through the the strams of vehicles I asked the Lord to find me somewhere where I could park the car.  Before long, it was there, a tailor made ’parking space! ‘  I pulled into the parking space just as the previous occupier drove out of it.  God’s timing is just wonderful!  I bowed my head in prayer, ‘Lord, what would you have me do?’

He said, ‘Go to the station.’  Clearly this is what I had to do.  I filled my pockets with tracts and set off, constantly praising, praying and listening to Him.

At the station I stood, wondering what to do.  I prayed silently, ‘Lord, what shall I do?’

‘I will show you,’ He answered.

Then something amazing happened; suddenly,  I was so happy, full and overflowing with the joy of the Lord – a beautiful experience.  It seemed as if the glory of the Lord had come down, filling my whole being, filling the station, it was wonderful.

Then, like an arrow striking my heart, God spoke to me again,  ‘Give them My Love!’

As I stood watching the passers- it occurred to me to ask, ‘Who to Lord?

I waited, my heart filled with love and the joy of expecting faith to be fulfilled.

A young woman came along.

‘This one,’ God prompted.

I stepped forward, offering her a tract.  She turned and took it.

Turning to me she asked, ‘What is this?’

‘It’s God’s word.  Please take it home with you and read it.’

‘My dear, I’ll read every word,’ she smiled as she made the promise.  We had

empathy and God’s love between us.

Then it happened again.

‘This one,’  the same voice spoke again.  I stood as if in a dream.  I know this is hard for me to explain and for another person to understand, but the Lord was directing me to each person He had chosen, knowing them to be the right person.  Each lady or gentleman He directed me to I approached and let the others pass.  I noticed with interest that everyone the Lord had elected had an infirmity.  I marveled at the ways of our God.

An hour or more passed and the experience was over.  It seemed as if the Glory had departed.  The station became normal again, with ordinary people.  I knew it was time to stop and return to the car.  I left that place thrilled and rejoicing that God had given me the privilege of working with Him again.