I had decided to stay a day longer in Fredericksburg to give my buttocks a chance to heal. I stopped in for breakfast at a typical American diner, I could see why it was so popular and had been family owned since 1955.
The young dark haired lady took my order, she asked "What accent is that?" I answered it's South African, she retorted "I knew it wasn't English" Then she asked where was I cycling to ? I told her and asked if she knew of a bicycle shop around, she said her father owns 3, it turned out that the one I bought my pants from was one of her dads shops.
I told her I was a missionary and that I was trying to involve churches to facilitate cycling/walking Evangelists. She said she was a believer and they recently had a bunch of Brazilians who came stay over, they would teach the kids football and then have a time of worship.
I then made my way to my internet station, namely McDonalds and got on with emails,etc. The Commandant phoned me, coincidentally he was just down the road,so he popped into say "Hello". After his departure I was going to make my way down to the river for a swim and then later go and see if I can minister in the local hospital, but the Commandant phoned to inform me that a severe storm was heading our way. When someone in that neck of the woods says it's severe you better believe it. I hastily made my way to the town library which is open until 9 p.m. but I didn't feel happy about leaving the bike there. I thought let me find the veg restaurant, on arrival i realized my bike had no where to be hitched up, as i looked diagonally across the road I saw an ideal place "J. Brians" it is an Irish Pub/Restaurant, there was a banister I could attach my bike to, and a balcony I could sit on keeping my eagle eye on whilst I wait the severe storm to pass over.
I sat there feeling very lonely as people around me were talking and laughing, the rain began to fall,but not hard at all. To my right I noticed a familiar accent, I turned to the pretty blonde lady and her dark handsome boyfriend and asked "Do I detect a northern accent?" She immediately smiled and said "Yes, I am from Manchester,but living here now" We ended up having a nice chat before I made tracks to bed - the river bed.
The young dark haired lady took my order, she asked "What accent is that?" I answered it's South African, she retorted "I knew it wasn't English" Then she asked where was I cycling to ? I told her and asked if she knew of a bicycle shop around, she said her father owns 3, it turned out that the one I bought my pants from was one of her dads shops.
I told her I was a missionary and that I was trying to involve churches to facilitate cycling/walking Evangelists. She said she was a believer and they recently had a bunch of Brazilians who came stay over, they would teach the kids football and then have a time of worship.
I then made my way to my internet station, namely McDonalds and got on with emails,etc. The Commandant phoned me, coincidentally he was just down the road,so he popped into say "Hello". After his departure I was going to make my way down to the river for a swim and then later go and see if I can minister in the local hospital, but the Commandant phoned to inform me that a severe storm was heading our way. When someone in that neck of the woods says it's severe you better believe it. I hastily made my way to the town library which is open until 9 p.m. but I didn't feel happy about leaving the bike there. I thought let me find the veg restaurant, on arrival i realized my bike had no where to be hitched up, as i looked diagonally across the road I saw an ideal place "J. Brians" it is an Irish Pub/Restaurant, there was a banister I could attach my bike to, and a balcony I could sit on keeping my eagle eye on whilst I wait the severe storm to pass over.
I sat there feeling very lonely as people around me were talking and laughing, the rain began to fall,but not hard at all. To my right I noticed a familiar accent, I turned to the pretty blonde lady and her dark handsome boyfriend and asked "Do I detect a northern accent?" She immediately smiled and said "Yes, I am from Manchester,but living here now" We ended up having a nice chat before I made tracks to bed - the river bed.
I just heard that Karen was making her way through Horley town when she was accosted by an eldely lady begging for money, Karen was overcome with compassion and began ministering to her and asked if she wanted to receive Jesus into her heart, her tears ran down her face as she asked Jesus into her life. She asked Karen if she could come with her to church on Sunday, Karen's answer was an emphatic, resounding "YES"...watch this space, see God move in this lady's life.
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