As she walked down the sidewalk the sounds of vehicles engines permeated the arctic blast that found its way to the South. Hurrying across the street she contemplated a tall, decaf, peppermint soy mocha, but as she walked up to the door she second guessed herself. What would he say? Would he ask why she felt the need to spend $5 on that stupid drink?
The two boys were still sitting outside on the sidewalk trying to get people to say hi or at least smile. She didn’t feel like smiling. She felt like screaming. Tomorrow was church and she would have put on her happy, everything is ok face.
If you happen to read this before you go to church in the morning…. Watch for this person… They may be 15, 25 or 55….
Romans 12…don’t just pretend to love others…really love them. 
Church is to be a safe place. Ask God to make you aware of your surroundings and watch for the hurting people that are sitting in the pew next to you. Pray for them and maybe, just maybe through your touch tomorrow they will feel the presence of The Lord.
Ask God to use you.
Update: I wrote this 5 years ago and with the rate of suicide increasing in the church and the pulpit I felt the need to re-share it. Just again this week another Pastor took his life. Please do more than just pray for people, be a true friend that is present.