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The disbelief, hurt and anger actually helped me get myself up. A kind woman rushed over and picked up my purse that went one way, and papers that went another. I'm afraid I did call in the direction of the two men, "Thanks for your help." I don't know if they heard me, but they just kept on keepin' on.
Oh, well, I was fine. I went in to the comfort of my friends. Knee hurt the next day, but I got over it. When I finally got home that night, I cried about it. I had to sit down and figure out why.
I've heard of this happening before. We've all seen Facebook videos of people being beaten to a pulp while others walked by without rendering aid. The value of human life has diminished to a great degree. I know there are all kinds of reasons for that. But what I want to talk about today is this:
The feeling that came over me as I lay on the ground and watched those two men walk away was shocking to my system. I felt completely worthless, abandoned, afraid, just down right hurt. Angry too. Prayer helped me forgive those two guys, but there was more working in my spirit. What could I learn from this?
I sensed the Father telling me that
1. There are people all around me feeling abandoned and worthless.
2. Many can't pick themselves up and enter the comfort of friends and family.
3. They need the love of Jesus, and I am to be a vessel for that.
So, I'm not quitting my job and joining the Peace Corp or anything, but I am motivated to try and be aware of the those around me needing to be "picked up off the ground." Father, open my eyes:)