As I waited at staging for the armored vehicle, dubbed The Beast, to return with evacuees, I wondered—how many would there be? What condition would they be in?
I didn’t wait long. The Beast pulled up, packed full. Six evacuees were crammed inside—three more than we had seats for on that run. As they dismounted and made their way to my van for transport, I noticed Wes taking extra care with two older women. One was blind, and the other was her friend.
As they got in, the two became separated. When it was the blind woman’s turn, she hesitated and spoke to Wes. Though I couldn’t understand her, I quickly realized she thought we were separating her from her friend. Sure enough, as soon as Wes had her friend say something to her, the worry left her face, and she climbed in.
Later, reflecting on the moment, I saw a deeper lesson. We should be the same with Jesus—hesitant until we hear His voice, then stepping forward without fear.
