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Dave tried to brush his depressed thoughts aside as he ordered a double brandy on ice. No water or coke. He tried hard to think of brighter things, but the dark whisperings wouldn't leave him. He sipped his drink, but it brought him no comfort. Observing the couples and groups having a good time didn't help either, so he gripped his glass and studied the slowly melting ice.

"Hi Dave." Emma stopped at his table, tray in hand. "How are you today?"

Dave looked up. Once more, he was struck by the waitresses friendliness.

"Not so good." He replied honestly.

Emma's eyes met his. "I'll keep you in my prayers." She promised softly.

***

The following day found Dave in his favourite spot. Emma brought him his usual drink.

"You believe in God?" He asked her.

Emma studied the elderly man's face for a moment. A life of hard living and even harder drinking was etched across it.

"I do, Dave. Do you?"

"Not sure. Some days, I'd sure like to."

***

Emma carried Dave around with her in her heart and in her prayers as she worked her shifts. She tucked some booklets into her apron pocket, trusting for an opportunity to give them to Dave. The opportunity came on Saturday. Emma didn't have much time to stop and chat, but she handed the booklets to Dave with a smile.

***

The following week, Dave was back as usual, but instead of brandy, he ordered coke. His face, though still battered looking, bore a new peacefulness.

"Emma, I want to thank you. You helped me believe in God."

"How?" She smiled, wondering.

"I know God is real, because He sent you to me, Emma. I'm not afraid of dying anymore. I repented and trusted Jesus to save me."

Emma closed her eyes for a moment, and thanked God for answering her prayers. 

"Welcome to the family brother Dave."

***

Dearest Reader, have you knelt at the cross of Jesus yet?


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Love and prayers,

Alison.


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