I met a guy when I was working at The Gallery yesterday.
His name is Brendon. He was very high. He was very depressed. He was suicidal. I was able to talk to him, tell him about the help that God (with the help of TSA) could offer him, pray for Him.
I pray that he believed me when I told him that I wanted to be his friend, and I didn’t want him to die, and I’m glad that he didn’t kill himself the night before, otherwise we wouldn’t have been having the conversation, and I wouldn’t have made a new friend.
I pray for his mother (apparently saved), that she is able to welcome him home showing a love like Jesus.
In general, I’m totally glad that God was able to use me at a particular time for a particular reason. If anything comes from this, and Brendon is lead to victory in Jesus, and that was the only reason that I had to be working at The Gallery, then it will all be worth it. A soul won for the Kingdom of GOD.