Last night I thought I was going to die. It was 3 am when I heard someone take steps toward my door. I froze. I thought the worst. I had just read the the murder part in Crime and Punishment, and the day before I had read about missionaries being killed. My mind raced:no one lives in ear shot of my apartment, my windows are open. The border is less than a mile away from my house. Desperate means sometimes will lead to desperate measures. I didn't want to turn on the lights because I didn't want him/her to think anyone was there. I reached around for my phone. No where. I slowly slithered out of bed on to my knees and prayed. I prayed for anyone who at that moment was thinking of hurting anyone. I prayed for all the people that came into my mind that don't know Jesus. I prayed for Darfur, the people I met during my mission trip and throughout my trip through Europe, the kids I work with, the church starting in Mexico and the Harvard-Radcliffe Christian Fellowship. I also wrote small note. A peace came over me and went back to bed. In the morning I woke up, thinking I had a bad nightmare/dream. But I found this scribbled note:
Jesus loves you. Please believe in Him. Believe everything He says (in context). Following Him brings the best life. Accepting Christ into your life also saves you from eternal torment.
Philippians 4:13 (I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.)
Galatians 5:6 (The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.)
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