Jesus in my driveway

Jesus came to our house last Wednesday night. At first they just looked like a bunch of regular teenagers, but, by the time they left, I was certain Jesus was among them.

When we first saw the group of teens park their cars in front of our house, we thought they were some hoodlums who came to pick a fight with Jamal (he'd received a weird prank call earlier that evening). The men of the house weren't home. Tekia was so freaked out that she took the baby to the back of the house and locked the two of them in a bathroom. She swore she saw bullet holes in one of the cars. ;-) Trish went out to talk to them, while I stood at the back door with phone in hand in case one of them started to cause trouble.

Mom went outside and called into the dark, "Can I help you?"

Teens/Jesus: "Um, we came to pray with you."

Oops. (By this time, Mom could tell who they were.) 

Okay, then, I guess we won't call the police on you. Or fight you. 

After chatting for a few minutes and then praying over Trish, they grabbed their sidewalk chalk and went to work on a masterpiece that brought tears to my eyes and continues to bless us daily.

Check out the driveway love they left for us (click to see bigger).

 

 

Thank you, Jesus, for sending your people to speak truth to our hearts (and our driveway). And for making us laugh along the way.