I pray

I sit here with tears streaming down my face.

I stumbled upon some of the MySpace pages of the victims of the VT shooting.

Written on those pages are comments from friends and family. Many are dated sometime on the day of the shooting. Frantic requests that their loved ones call them and let them know that they're okay. Their friends and families had no way of knowing that their son or daughter or best friend was already gone.

The more recent comments are words of love and thankfulness and sadness, and I can't help but wonder, what kind of life am I living?

Am I living the life that I want to be remembered for?

Am I being the person God wants me to be?

Would my friends and family be able to say the same things about me?

I have so many questions, which is really nothing new for me...but my heart is hurting.

I ache for the families and friends and classmates of the victims, and I pray for them daily.

But I pray for me, too.

I pray for my friends. I pray for my family. I pray for strength. I pray for guidance. I pray for vision. I pray for grace...

I pray.