We are quite shaken up. There was a certain, motherless, young lady that often walked past our house to get to work. As far as we could figure out, she didn’t have a good job or a good life. We called her the ‘Tomgirl’. I don’t know exactly why. It was a sad site to see her life go down, down, down. This forenoon sometime, she crossed the train tracks in front of the train. She didn’t survive. (They say she had earbuds and was reading a book, this doesn’t quite click with me since a train is so very loud.)

As I think about her, my heart aches. Did we do our part? Did we pray for her? Did our lives portray a better life? Although this opportunity is past, I want to remember to pray for the people that go past our window. She and her brother were people I hardly considered praying for. They seemed like ‘hopeless’ cases to me. But I’m sure that God did not see them as hopeless.

“Lord, please help me to remember to pray for the people that I meet, no matter how hopeless the case.”

P.S. I’m sure that we will cross the train tracks with double care from now on.

P.P.S. Sorry for handing out incorrect information.