So… yesterday was weird for me in a few ways. I’m only going to share one story from that day, though. While I was walking down the street to the train station here in L’viv, I came across a pool of blood on the sidewalk. I looked to my left, and, sitting in the grass, there was a man who was in his late forties with bloodshot eyes, scraggly, bloody hair, and a really bloody shirt. There was an old woman standing over him, trying to keep him calm and seated, because he kept trying to stand up.
I got someone to call an ambulance and tried to help them as best I could. I didn’t really know what to do. I had my guitar in one hand, my backpack on my back, and a pizza in the other hand (I hadn’t eaten lunch yet). I tried my best to help the old woman keep the man calm and prayed for them a couple of times. I stayed with them until the ambulance came. When I was done, I gathered up my stuff and went to the train station and met a friend who helped me clean up myself and my stuff that had a little blood on it.
That plus a few other things really rocked me last night. After I got home, I suddenly started feeling alone… Then I was reminded that God is our help, our sustainer, and our comforter. He did comfort me last night, when no one else was there to do it. I’m very thankful that He’s not just a God up there in space. He’s our Heavenly Father, and He’s personally involved in our lives.
Right now, a, I’m sitting alone again, and the feelings are coming back, but I’m praying and God’s faithful. He’ll get me through this time just like He did last night.