She stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind rustled through her clothes. Her eyes stared straight ahead, blank, and unseeing. She started to take the step.
I found myself beside her. From whence I had come I knew not. She was not a stranger. I was her friend before the goodbyes.
“I’m sorry”, I said.
“I’m sorry, too”, she said.
“Don’t jump”, I pleaded.
“I’m lost”, she whispered.
“That’s why He sent me”.
Last night, I saved an old friend’s soul; someone who had drifted from God. I am a happy I haven’t been in too long. All the drama and valleys are worth it after all.
2Co 1:3-4 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.