God had done a miraculous work for our family in selling a car that was not advertised, but simply prayed about. I was so in awe I wanted to “re-pay” him by serving as a leader of a team to China that coming summer. I wanted to do this for Him, but it did not work out that I could go. The week the team was gone I was at a fancy resort for business. The first night after dinner I went back to my room on a beautiful summer night and prayed. I couldn’t leave the room because I was questioning why was I here when I wanted to be in China. I remember pulling the covers up before I turned the lights off at 9:00, thinking rather harshly…”What do you want?” (The ‘you’ here being God.) To make a long story short, I had a chance to talk with several people from other areas of the country. Two ladies in particular shared quite a bit with me. We spent another beautiful summer afternoon inside talking about spiritual things. Before she left early the next morning I told her I had to ask if she would like to accept this Jesus into her heart? She nodded yes. So that morning, in the parking lot before she drove back to Chicago, this young lady accepted Jesus as Savior and Lord. Her name was Hong…she is Chinese. God didn’t take me to China…He brought China to me. That still awes me.