Carmel last day
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his last night in Carmel had slept a little. What a special time I could have experienced here. All the encounters passed my mind, too many to mention here. I had already had the farewell conversation with Rita last night, and I had once again sat down in the cozy 'relax room' where you could watch and listen to the most beautiful films and concerts. Once again the DVD set up with Paul Wilbur, recorded during the Feast of Tabernacles some years before. Suddenly the door creaked open and I recognized the boy who often sat alone in the long hall, hunched over his books. Clearly of Jewish descent, I could tell by the clothes he wore. He looked shyly at me and then obsessively at the TV on which the concert was playing. I nodded at him and invited him to continue. He came a step in but kept his eyes unbroken on the screen where wonderful anointed music and dance could be heard and seen. Something jumped up in my heart and I silently prayed the Lord to touch this boy. After a while he nodded and sat down again in the hallway. Had the Lord had a heavenly meeting with him here?I fervently hoped so.
The next morning I was in the kitchen early to make my last breakfast here. No one was there yet, logically some went home for vacation and others were allowed to sleep late after the busy week. Someone else came into the kitchen anyway. It was one of the students I nicknamed David. I think that's what David must have looked like. Beautiful appearance with reddish beard and sweet voice. He said hello to me very kindly and asked how I was doing. I said I was going home today. He was amazed and had hoped I would stay longer. And thanked me for everything I had done. I had been like a mother to them. I had not seen this great compliment coming and it moved me. He asked if he could pray a blessing for me. And of course he could. I thanked God for this unexpected meeting.
