Her name is kay

I was opening our store, in Bend, Oregon, and a little old lady came walking in with her backpack. "That wind is cold," she said before she turned and started looking around. Immediately, I heard God say, "I didn't bring her here to get out of the cold, I brought her here so you can pray for her."



I continued opening the store and she continued looking around. Just before she left I asked her what her name was and if I could pray with her. "Kay," she said and, "Why do you want to pray for me." So, I simply told her that God said she needed it. We prayed for a big financial decision she's worried about and then she left.

There was no great healing, no lightning from the sky, and no tears, but when she left God said one more thing, "Her name is Kay." And that's precisely when I started to get emotional. Yes, her name is Kay.

God doesn't see us by our age, accomplishments, financial status, our class, or our past. God sees and knows us by name. He personally and intimately knows each of us. He sees me, he sees Kay, and yes, he especially sees you. His arms are open because his heart is open. Your relationship with him may be strained or non-existent but it doesn't have to be. He sent Jesus to reconcile (repair) the relationship between you and the God who made you. Maybe you don't have parents, don't have a dad or feel you'd have been better off without the ones you had. You can find identity, acceptance, value, and purpose in the arms of the one who made you.

We may not be in Austin, TX, yet but Jesus is already there.  His love is already there.  Why wait, if you'd like to know more about Jesus and how to live in relationship with God, the one who knows you best and loves you most, please fill out the contact form below.  We would love to talk with you and share how the love of Jesus will fill your life and make you whole. 

"For You formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. " Psalms 139:13-16

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