Bubbles in my think tank

My Day

When I got up this morning I thought today would be like any other day. The kids and I prayed like we do every morning on our way to school, I ran back home for a quick shower and headed to the church for a day of volunteering like I do every Tuesday. When I got there I found out that there was a funeral scheduled. Anthony Pederson, an 18 year old high school senior that had already become a father, was killed in a car accident on Friday. He was driving to fast in the rain. Makes me want to keep my boys away from driving until they are mature enough to know that wet roads can make a difference in the way you drive. Not just wet roads but driving in general should be taken seriously. I drove like a maniac when I got my license. I remember thinking how grown up I was that I could get into my car and drive anywhere.

So I'm sitting at the computer as people start coming in for the funeral. It was somber, quiet and sad. It's hard to know what to do when you see people at a funeral that you're not a part of. Especially for teenager that died too soon. So I sat at the desk staring at the computer. When the funeral started I got up and went to the auditorium and stood at the door praying and watching as Anthony's friends and family took turns on the stage to remind people of the kind of person he was. Not once did I hear them say he was a Christian. From what I understand, because our church was larger than the funeral home and because of the amount of people they were expecting they came to us. Over 600 people were there... most of them teenagers from the school. I went back to my desk just before it was over because I didn't want to be caught staring as they left. I felt so helpless for them and I didn't know what I should be doing so I sat there as they came out. Heart wrenching... the only words I can think of that describes the feeling as they were leaving. Teenagers were holding each other up as they sobbed hysterically...uncontrollably. One boy was beyond hysterical...his friends were under each arm helping him out the doors. I felt so helpless! I was sitting there crying and helpless! I'm such an emotional person and cry when I see commercials so I sat there quietly sobbing. Helpless. THEN I REMEMBERED WHERE I WAS. It was like God took hold of me and said 'YOU'RE MINE. DO SOMETHING.' So I did....I followed. I went out behind the teenagers and went from child to child and asked if I could pray for them. I put my hands on as many as I could get to and prayed. It was the most emotional amazing thing I've ever done in my whole life. They wanted me to pray for them. As I prayed for one girl I looked up and about 5 more had walked up to hear me pray. Sidenote:All of you that know me know that I DO NOT PRAY OUT LOUD. Not a lot. I'm learning to give it up to Him but I still feel so childish when I pray. Matthew 18:3&4 says 'Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.' So I prayed and prayed and prayed. I've never felt so sad and so exhilarated at the same time. I can only pray now that my prayers got through to some....even one. I am just glad that God wouldn't allow me to let them leave our church without doing SOMETHING. I prayed.