If you like it-Too Bad, I've already got a ring on it!

Yesterday I took a taxi. Praise the Lord I was with Phindele and Grace because taxis in South Africa are extremely dangerous and now I understand why. From the moment the driver pulled over he expressed a disturbing interest. We loaded into the taxi and he said, "So can I have you?" I quickly switched my ring to my left hand and apologized, saying I was already taken. Yet, he continued with just plain nasty remarks, asking for my other hand. And so I decided to pull some Jesus on his ass (Although that failed miserably last time in Durban at least it was worth a shot) I began talking about how Jesus tells us to have one man and one wife and His word was the one I listened to, guiding my steps. Instantly he got defensive and impatiently barked, "You don't need God. Enough of the Jesus talk." It is amazing how much the darkness flees and fears the light. So I stopped, smiled and got off of the taxi. Thank you Jesus, You're my man!
May you call on the name of the Lord when you need Him, he will be with you.
All my love,
Gennavieve

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All My Love, Gennavieve

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