The last time I had a Jehovah Witness at my door was after I had either Lydia or Micah. I had been home only days and was in no mood to talk. That was either two or four years ago. Living in the country really cuts down on the door-to-door calls we used to get in the neighborhood.

Have you ever experienced the panic, don't-know-what-I'd-say feeling when anticipating these knocks on your door? I sure have. But, this day, I was excited when I saw I had a J.W. on my porch. I stepped outside without any hesitation. I knew what I believed and I knew I knew my God. Personally. All through the redemptive work of Jesus, my Lord and Savior. And, I have the Spirit of the living God abiding in me. Bring it. :)

So, here we stand with smiles, convictions, scripture, and passion. Neither is budging. It was peaceful to know I could defend my faith but heartbreaking to see that here two women stand so sure they are right, but someone HAS to be wrong-and it wasn't me.

That sent me on a self-searching journey. Why isn't it me? How do I know I have eternal life? Because I know my God. He is a Triune God, Creator of all and I have sinned against Him. I deserve His justice-eternal separation and an eternity of punishment. I know His incredible love for me. Instead of leaving me in my desperate state, He poured His wrath on His only Son-my Savior, Jesus Christ.

So, she left content for us to be in disagreement and I shut my door with a heavy heart. Oh, that her eyes would be opened as were mine.

Why do I know truth? Because of undeserving GRACE.

Thank you, Lord.

After these encounters, it's so easy to self-evaluate and wish this and that would have been said. Scripture came to mind after she had gone. This keeps me humble that I need to commit God's word to memory and to plead for the work of the Holy Spirit to bring it to my mouth.