Last night while tossing and turning in bed, I felt that God wanted me to write this article and share it with each of you. My prayer for us as Christians is to take that step out on Faith and be ready to witness to those lost and in need of love.
On June 21, 2006 while sitting at my desk at work waiting for 4:30 to arrive, I received an email from a friend of an old co-worker named Lana.
The girls name was Denise and asked if I or another lady that Lana was friends with to call her about an update on Lana.
Picking up the phone I dialed the number eager to hear what was going on with Lana being she had a new baby which was now around 6 months old.
Denise proceeded to tell me that on June 15 Lana was killed in a car accident.
Numbly I sat there listening not wanting to believe that she was gone, especially knowing she left a little baby behind.
After hanging up the phone, I turned to the other ladies and told them of what Denise said as we started to leave for home.
Walking to my car my thoughts drifted back to when she was here at work with us and how much fun she was. Lana always made us laugh and was eager to help me if I needed something done.
One by one the tears began to fall freely down my cheeks as I thought of her salvation.
How many times did I have the opportunity to witness to her about how Jesus died on the cross for our sins and didnít.
There has never been a time in my life that I had not felt so ashamed and guilty as I did then. The chance had come and gone as did Lanaís young life. To this day it haunts me.
I made a promise that if ever I was given the chance to share Jesus I would and not let that person leave without knowing how much God loves them.