10 people got hurt on a street I was on Saturday night.
A few people from home called to see if I was alright.
I can’t believe that I was really on that street that night.
But I left early.
I was so thankful when I thought about how close I was.
How close I was to breaking my fathers heart.
How close I was to making my loved ones cry.
How very close I almost always am to really not being alive.
I tend to forget that the enemy does not simply want to see me suffering, but the goal is to cease my life.
To quench this light instilled in me.
Man, 10 people got hurt last night and one lost their life that Saturday night
1 of them could have been me.
My sole existence is attributed to His grace.