As Christians that is our role. We must realize that life happens to us all. All people hurt others. Sometimes they can’t help it. When they sling bullets it’s due to their own pain. We must move past it and reach out for someone else who is hurting and save them.
“So, what’s your story?” I heard the man ask the girl sitting in the corner booth of the coffee shop. I glanced up from my cinnamon coffee and devotional book to see what she would say.
I passed a turtle going slow, On my way, I said hello. He said “hi, my name is Joe.” I smiled at him and let him go. I felt a cheetah going fast, I tried to catch him as he passed. Calling out I had to ask, “Why are you running like from a blast?”…
Who do you spend the most time with? Should I say my books? I am always reading something new. I prefer to grab a book and capture the essence of what the writer has to say. Books don’t hurt me. They never leave. I’m taken to magical places and I can meet as many people…
I’m sitting in Barnes and Noble drinking a Strawberry Acai Refresher Lemonaide. I glance around at the people at other tables doing their thing. Some of them I recognize from previous visits. It seems this is the office of some people on a regular basis.