Dan didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to think. I certainly didn’t expect this sort of reaction to my question. We both felt a little embarrassed at this encounter. All we could think to pray was for God’s mercy to come to this lady. After a few minutes the shaking and weeping gradually subsided. Betty, as we found her name was, then asked how we knew about her situation. “I don’t know anything about your situation,” I said. “The Lord just spoke to me as I was washing your windshield.” On