Forgive me for not being willing to hear your call until now, dear Lord. But I am here and I am ready. Direct me to where I should next go. Reveal to me how I should next serve you. Grant me the wisdom and the strength to trust you in all things. Wherever you lead. Whatever task you set. Help me, Lord.

Love. Forgive. As you forgive, you will be forgiven.

How can I live so that when someone sees me, they are pointed to Jesus? When I speak, is it the Messiah’s truths they hear? How can I live that no power is seen to be mine, no authority, no crown, no glory. It all belongs to him. I am the willing, loving servant, providing hands, feet, voice, eyes, and ears for the Holy Spirit to use.” “It is the challenge we all should accept,” Alban said slowly. “Once again I am blessed by your words.

I drove home. I didn't think I was in shock.

There is that desire to go surf the waves by yourself, just you and nature and I will never do it again, never.

There is nothing more silent than an attack at sea.

When it hit, I didn't know if I had a foot. The pain was so intense.

There is more of a joy now than there was before. I was just so fortunate so blessed.

He knew how much pride his people took him being forever misunderstood.

God answered prayers first by teaching the need to ask, second by using friends as holy messengers.