This morning on my way to drop my lovey bears off at daycare I spotted a disheveled looking young man in ragged clothing walking along the viaduct in the pouring rain. Immediately my heart stopped and I knew I had to find out how I could help him. I didn’t have any cash on me and I had my children in the car (let’s face it people, we live in a scary world) so I hurried and dropped my kids off with barely a peck goodbye and sped off to try to find this man. I wanted to pray with him, buy him breakfast, something - anything! My heart was jumping out of my chest! I drove back to the area where I had seen him and he was not there. I assumed he must have gone into the gas station to get out of the rain so I pulled in and frantically roamed through the aisles looking for him and he wasn’t there. I’m so bummed out! I blew it! God was handing me what I know would have been an incredibly powerful experience [because when God’s involved it’s ALWAYS powerful!] and I missed it!! I drove to work feeling heavy hearted and grieving the loss of my opportunity to witness to this person the love of Jesus. Waah!
May the LORD answer you when you are in distress; may the name of the God of Jacob protect you. (Psalm 20:1)
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