The picture of the man stayed with me. I had to pray out fear for to be able to move on. It is still humbling to think that our lives were at the mercy of these strangers for hours while we slept. We have heard of many other horrible endings. Life is precious and I am glad that despite all that we lost, God preserved our lives. It was surely not for the sake of it. We have an assignment to fulfill for His great Kingdom.
There, in my little room, I decided that I was tired. Tired of being less than the person God had created me to be. I surrendered to God's way of doing life. In that brokenness, I recall, I prayed that He would mold me into the person He was saying I was when I read Psalm 139. I didn't even know what that prayer would bring about but I remember hearing the words, “Serve Others, Go out, stop feeling sorry for yourself... Your healing will come through serving others”
If there were ever a time to dare, To make a difference, To embark on something worth doing, It is now.