Split Second Decision

I was very moved by a story that my friend had shared on his Xanga:

When I was in Jacksonville, FL, an evangelist in his sermon shared that once he came home with visitation cards. A young woman checked that she wanted to talk to the pastor, to accept Christ. Well the evangelist (then a pastor of his church) put the card in his pocket intending to visit her during visitation on Tuesday night. They go out but the deacon says lets go drop in on someone else (who was on the way) so it turns out they stayed there some time, and it got too late to visit the woman. The pastor I believe had intended to see her previously but somehow he forgot, got too busy...and that evening he got a call. The woman had been murdered by her husband, he went out to the house, and he noticed in his pocket he still had her card.

I am guilty. Guilty of getting caught up in the meaninglessness of this world.

Am I so stubborn that I'm only teachable through failure and brokenness?

Thank goodness He's there to make some sense of this muddled-up world.