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Jessie


A mixture of sadness, nostalgia, and loneliness descended on Jessie as she crunched through the autumn leaves in the park. The playground was deserted, and only a few hardy souls had braved the icy wind blowing off the river.

She found a bench overlooking the gray water, and thought how the drabness of everything matched her life. Alone, alone, alone, alone. The word marched through her mind in a melancholy way. If only she had someone to talk to. Someone who would never leave, the way the others had...

***

"Would you like one of these?" An elderly man with a sweet smile, and a small dog on a lead asked.
Jessie took the proffered booklet.
"It's a tract." The man explained. "May I sit down? I love this part of the park."
Jessie nodded. "You come here often?"
"Yes. Jesus, Benni, and I. And today we found you."
"Jesus?"
"Oh yes," the man smiled, "He lives in my heart and directs my steps. He's the greatest friend a soul could ever have. Is He your friend too, perhaps?"
"No," said Jessie dully, "I don't have any friends."
The elderly man was quiet for awhile. "Well now. That's sad. That booklet explains how Jesus can be your friend if you'll let Him."

Jessie looked down at the little book, and a longing filled her heart.
"My phone number's on the back. You can phone me any time."
"Thank you." Said Jessie, and a feeling like hope lifted the corners of her mouth into a smile.

***

p.i.H.H


"But these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through His Name."

John 20:31

(Old King James Version)


If you are searching, start by reading the Book of John in the Bible. You may like to download the Bible App if you don't have a Bible. The first step is to acknowledge that you are a sinner and in need of a Saviour. Repent, and trust in Jesus and in His death on the cross to save you. Jesus bore your sin, along with the world's when He died that day. The good news is that He rose from the grave. He conquered death and offers eternal life to all who will believe.

Love and blessings,

Alison

alison.westcoast@gmail.com 

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