The Mystery of the Red Balloons~Leading Another Person to Jesus Christ for Easter

3 Red balloons~ God's Message of Hope~

Dear fellow travelers, 

This past week, I allowed sadness to fill my heart. A few members at our current church had done something hurtful, and I was taking the rejection personally. "Why is this hurting me so deeply?" I wondered as I hid out at home, catching up on writing and organizing linen closets and such.

I tried to convince myself that household chores were as satisfying as ministry. However, deep down I longed to resume my role in bringing others to the side of Christ. I knew what was stopping me. FEAR!

In my quiet time with our LORD, God encouraged me to "get back out there and do the work that I was called to do." One day, He even sent a surprising invitation right to my doorstep!

The three floating red helium-filled balloons descended upon our home early one morning. Their vibrant color gleamed as they drifted upon our sidewalk. I glanced out our living room window just in time to catch the funny reaction from our neighbor’s small dogs who were curiously trying to make sense of the floating objects. Then, I returned to my writing thinking, “Someone else is probably better suited to respond.” 

Sometime later, the wind began to swirl, causing the three red balloons to wrap around the tires of my husband’s diesel truck. As the minutes ticked by, I became increasingly concerned. “They might do damage to his truck.” I thought. Consequently, I decided to investigate.

After only a few steps towards the red balloons, which had by this time, completely settled upon the ground, I noticed a white envelop attached. A message. An invitation. Another task?

I opened the greeting card. But, before I began to read what was written inside, I said a little prayer, “Thank You Father for this opportunity. Please give me the courage to do Your will. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”

Then, I began to read. A hurting soul was mourning the loss of her dad and was trying to reach out to him in the only way she knew how. Each heartfelt word spoke of a love that spanned higher than any balloon could fly. A love so deep between a father and a child that only God could have created or understood. Tears stained my cheeks as I felt the pain I imagined the grieving woman feeling.

Because God had entrusted me with this stranger's hurting heart, I just knew that I had to respond. Perhaps God would use me to provide the one thing we all long for so much- a loving connection with a compassionate heart. 

Thus, I conducted a quick search on the internet for the name inscribed in the closing. “Would I find her?” I wondered. And, if I did, would I be brave enough to lead her home to her loving Heavenly Father, the only One Who could heal her broken heart.

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES…

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