It Made Me Smile

This morning, I took a break from work and played around with a sewing project that I am trying to get finished. Jacob came up to me:

"Alli, will you go for a walk with me?"
"No Jake, I'm working on this right now."
"But Alli, I want to go for a walk and tell people about Jesus. Would you like it if you had to go to hell? Isn't that more important than sewing??"

I could hear the frustration in his little voice.

I took him in my room and pulled out tracts for him to use. He was thrilled.

"Alli, I am going to give these ones to the people at the nursing home today" he said, holding up a tract with larger print, designed for the elderly.
"Good idea, little man. I am proud of you."

After lunch, he came up to me while I was working. "Alli, let's go tell the neighbors about Jesus. It will be safe if you go with me. I won't even need permission to go past my boundary."

Who could deny someone so eager to warn people of the coming judgment and tell them about the wonderful Savior that he had discovered?

So we went around the neighborhood, handing out tracts designed specifically in memory of those who died on 9/11.

I had prayed that morning, as I often do, for the souls of the unsaved. It made me smile to think that my little bro was used by the Lord to show me how I could put feet to my prayers today.