May 8 - Bobbi Lawrence

I had to get a ride to a medical appointment yesterday. I was speaking to the Caregiver who picked me up and it turns out he was Jewish. I told him I was Jewish and believed in Jesus. He floored me when he asked me if I had ever seen The Chosen. We talked some more and he let me share the Gospel with him, in addition to Isaiah 53. I was not impressed with him as Caregiver and was going to call the Agency and ask that I not have him as a Caregiver again. He asked if he could pick me up next Monday for my weekly appointment. I realized that Art was going to be my Caregiver, as long as the Lord would have me share the Gospel with him. When he left yesterday, he took a Gospel of John with him. How awesome is our God to send me a Caregiver who was Jewish and open to the Gospel?