I unpacked, had a shower, and lay down, knowing
that with all going on in my head, I would never be able to sleep. I did drop off, but as soon as I did, I found
myself in the aircraft and felt all the shock and terror of the children. I saw kids crying.
I saw Toke in particular and I comforted her. I
was crying and encouraging the children to go home with Jesus. I got up and begged God to give me rest from the
anguish and finally slept.
I woke up with a heavy burden to pray for healing
for the hearts of
the parents of the kids that had been called home to Jesus.
I still make that prayer till today... Everyday...
To Be Continued...
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