Dear Fellow Travelers,
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| The Red Balloon Mystery Continues |
I’ve just returned from my first attempt in reaching
out to a prospective owner of the floating red balloons. Just as I had prayed, God provided the
encouragement I needed to resume my role as His servant. Despite those nervous
butterflies that were fluttering about in
my stomach, I was ready to carry on in sharing the hope I had found in Jesus
Christ.
So, I conducted a quick online search and located an address of a woman
with the same name as the one found inside the greeting card. Directions to the
address led me to a quiet, classic American neighborhood where gardens filled
with an assortment of Spring flowers were in full bloom. I could almost picture
the butterflies in my stomach fluttering with
joy upon seeing the Marigolds in all their glory.
I grabbed the greeting card along with my homemade gift and confidently
walked through the white picket fence, straight to the doorstep of the
stranger’s home. Then I rang the bell. “Ding dang dong.” I waited for a reply.
From outside the door, I could hear the footsteps of a person moving slowly towards
me. I could also hear the shaking sounds of dog collar. Then, suddenly all the noises from behind the door
stopped. Therefore, I rang the bell as
second time. Still, no reply. I started
to wonder, “Could someone be watching me from inside the home?” Then, I smiled
brightly as I held my fragrant homemade bouquet
of yellow-orange roses a little tighter.
“If someone is indeed peering through the beveled glass, perhaps these flowers
might make her feel more comfortable.” I thought to myself.
A few more moments went by with the only sound coming from the sidewalk
behind me. A couple, perhaps man and wife, were strolling down the street
together, chatting with one another. Soon, it became apparent that it was time
to walk away. Before leaving, I placed the flower bouquet upon the cold
doorstep beside the “Welcome” rug. Next
to the flowers, I left a message of my own. On a small piece of paper with harmonizing
flowers, I simply wrote, “Hello. My name is Donna Young and I am looking for a woman named _______. If you know her, could
you please contact me at…”
As I returned to my car, I surmised that this story’s ending had not yet
arrived. “Was the woman behind the door actually
the owner of the red balloons?” I wondered. “And if so, would she seize the opportunity
to finally open the door to of her heart to Christ's restorative healing and hope?"
THE JOURNEY CONTINUES…
To read how I first accepted Jesus Christ into my heart, please go to: https://www.amazon.com/Apologies-Repentant-Christian-Donna-Young-ebook/dp/B00CBP6FDI FREE on KU!
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