I could sense their hearts being tugged; it was the heart of God for the lost...
"... As we were leaving, one of the ladies patted me on the shoulder. It took me a minute to process what she was saying because three ladies were all speaking Spanish to me at once. When my brain caught up to their words, I realized they were pointing emphatically at a little old lady in a wheelchair who was smiling from ear to ear. I had prayed for her physical health earlier as the Holy Spirit had directed me..."
By Mary Leonard