The rain came down in heavy sheets, drumming against the windows like a steady heartbeat, the sky outside was a deep gray, almost mournful, casting the world in a dim, sleepy hue, it wasn’t the kind of weather people went out in—unless they had to, and tonight, you didn’t plan on going anywhere, a steaming cup of tea, a soft slice of cake, and a movie queued up on the screen… it all felt like the universe had handed you a quiet moment of peace, you could almost forget the chaos out there

“Tea, check, cake, check, movie? Check”

You smiled to yourself, sinking into the warmth of your sofa, the cup was halfway to your lips when the doorbell rang

You froze

Seriously? Now?

You sighed, setting the cup down with a soft clink, it wasn’t just rain—it was a full-blown downpour, who in their right mind would be outside in this mess, let alone ringing doorbells?

Still, curiosity tugged at you, so you walked to the door and peeked through the peephole

Two women stood there, soaked but composed, one wore a soaked black shirt clinging tightly to her figure, eyes sharp with confidence, the other stood beside her in a pastel pink cardigan, arms held tightly around herself, her expression unsure, almost apologetic, rainwater clung to their hair and coats like tiny silver jewels

You opened the door, more baffled than anything

“hello sir” said the one in black, raising her voice above the sound of the rain, her smile unwavering, “Do you have a moment to talk about our Savior, Jesus Christ?”

You blinked,.of all the things you expected tonight… this wasn’t one

“Did you… run door to door in this weather to talk about Jesus?” you asked, baffled

“We did” she said brightly, "would you be open to a conversation? We’d love to share with you”

You glanced around—no other signs of life, just rain and the blur of streetlights

Despite the absurdity of the situation… you felt something else

Kindness, devotion, the black shirt lady looking at you with something you can't explain

“You two want to come in? i’ve got tea… and you’re probably freezing”

They exchanged a look, the girl in pink opened her mouth to respond, but her companion gently stepped forward first

“Thank you,” she said, “We’d be grateful”

You stepped aside and let them in, closing the door on the storm, in the soft light of your living room, you handed them warm towels, poured them tea, and offered cake, slowly, the cold on their skin was replaced with comfort

“I’m Sister Barnes” said the one in black, now with her hair pulled back and eyes steady, “and this is Sister Paxton”

Paxton gave a small, bashful smile and a nod, “It’s nice to meet you”

They sat across from you, tea in hand, eyes kind and expectant—Barnes, direct and sure, Paxton more of a quiet but sincere

They were waiting for your reply