Today I stood next to a woman who had been on death row for 26 years.
I put my arms around her for a group prayer.
I watched her weep for a friend who had just lost her 5 year old to a horrible accident only days before.
The only thing…
I had no idea.
I had no idea this amazing woman’s story.
I had no idea she had been on death row.
I had no idea she had written letters for 26 years asking for a pardon.
All I knew is that I was next to a grandmother who was just like me.
A sinner in need of grace.
The thing is…
She had no idea.
She had no idea she was standing next to a man who in spite of his best effort to wreck God’s blessings in his life, is still a man who God will not only use but God will use mightily.
She had no idea that she was standing next to a man who is on 20 mg of Paxil a day because he is on the verge of crazy.
She had no idea she was standing next to a man who has wrestled with demons of fear much of his life.
All she knew is I was a shoulder that needed an arm around it for the group prayer.
All I knew is she was a shoulder that needed an arm around it for the group prayer.
So much intersection in our lives.
So much weaving.
And most of the time we go through it with eyes glazed over from running so hard trying to get ahead…
That we end up missing what we are running right over.
Stories that would change our lives…
If we just stopped running towards another place…
And enjoyed where we are at.