All around me there was chaos.
So I walked to the sink, and picked up a tiny red plastic cup that I had been using since childhood. When I was little I would beg my mother to get me water from that cup. It must have been so annoying to fill it soooo many times. BUT, she would fill it over and over for me.
Next thing I knew, our neighbor was standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
That God held my life in his hands and didn't end it speaks volumes to me. He CHOSE not to end it.
My life had only JUST begun.