I take the lift down to the Ground floor where my car is parked every morning and ride back up to the 9th floor to my cozy little apartment every night. It’s not a very eventful ride in the elevator (or should i say “lift”? hmm..). It has always been in my heart to get to know my neighbours and hopefully have a chance to bring them to church and cell. Considering I am hardly at home it has been a challenge. Things changed last week. I had a fantastic chance to chat to someone and it turned into a long long conversation. (We had reached out floor and stayed at the lift lobby chatting our hearts out!). At the end of this heart to heart chat, this wonderful lady was so open to come to church. She has already attended cell with my mom on Wednesday and will go again to cell tonight. She has visited us at home and mo wonderful mother has been ministering to her in so many ways.
I am so so encouraged to keep on praying and asking God to use me to be a blessing in this wonderful apartment building which I now call home. Glory to God. Can’t wait for the next elevator ride!