On my way to write my blog tonight something unexpected happened. Someone knocked on my door.
I was standing in my nightgown with no make up and who knows what my hair looked like. I considered my excuses for ignoring the knock, but instead, I opened the door and peeked outside.
Smiling back at me were Sister Clark and Sister Lewis, two of the cutest little Mormon missionaries that I've ever seen. They asked if Karen lived here or if I knew which house was hers. I didn't and I expected our encounter to be complete. Then, the unexpected...they stayed.
They didn't mind my clothes(I did put on a robe) or my make up or my hair. They were on a mission.
A mission to share God's love...with me. Right there on my front porch.
They spoke. I listened.
And, I was blessed.
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