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Lately, I’ve been praying that God would open doors for me to share my faith.
  
Sometimes this is hard for me.  I often feel inadequate, and I am afraid of 

saying the wrong thing.  Often, I miss opportunities to share my faith because I 

am not ready to share my faith when the opportunity arises.  Last week I was 

working in receiving when a vendor showed up.  I asked how he was doing, and 

he said, “I’ve been better.”    I asked what was wrong and he replied, “Every 

store I’ve been to, has had a problem checking in using the bar codes.  My first 

thought was, well honey I don’t have time for that.”  Then, I bowed my head and 

said a quick prayer asking God to let the bar code work.  He looked at me like I 

had slipped a cog or something.   He handed me the invoice with the barcode 

on it. At this point, I was thinking, “I am going to look like a jerk if the bar code 

doesn’t work.  I scanned the bar code, half afraid to look at the scanner to see 

what happened.  I looked, and to my delight, the invoice was there and there 

was not even so much as an audit.  He looked at me and said, “I don’t know 

what happened.”  I smiled and reminded him that I had prayed.  He was 

practically jumping out of his skin with excitement.  He looked at me and said, 

“That was real faith right there!”   Praise God!  I am not sure where he is in his 

relationship with God, but I can be sure that a seed was planted and maybe, if 

he already knows Christ, his faith will grow.

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