Jenny and I made a morning run to Panera Bread.
I snapped some pics of a vintage Spitfire out front.
The group of car-collecting old guys inside offered to sell it to me, which turned in to a light-hearted (and comedic) conversation about automobiles, friendship, and the state of their garages.
Time to order.
I said fair-well and went to have breakfast with Jenny.
About 30-minutes later, the 67-year-old owner of the car stopped by our table. Within 5-minutes he was sharing his amazing life-story with us, and we were given the privilege of praying for healing for his sister, Diane, who was on her deathbed.
All because I took two pictures with my iPhone.
Despite whatever lies the Devil feeds you, ministry is easy. And it’s everywhere.
Go take some pictures and see what happens. ch: