I was on a missionary deployment in Iraq. Setting up orphanages, helping women displaced, trying to shelter most from the constant gunfire and bombs. I was in mega war zone. But I felt strangely comfortable. Someone was with me, I just didn’t know who.
Next thing I know, there’s hundreds of us running across the arid dusty desert. Running desperately. Shots being fired behind us. Kids struggling, women falling over. We were running to a convoy of a train thing. Like ones similar to zoo’s that take people around the parks. Expect the carriages were mere square concrete blocks on wheels, tied together by rope with donkeys at the beginning. The convoy was moving. Everyone had to jump on and hold on for life as it rumbled away. I could see there were only 10 carriages left. I threw children on board, lifted the mothers up and turned around. I saw him. He ordered me to jump on now. Before the last one past. He turned around and continued to yell something into the distance. A dust storm blew up and I lost sight of him. The last carriage came and went. I was standing alone feeling relief we had managed to save so many lives.
A few minutes later, he walked into vision from the dust. He questioned why I hadn’t jumped on board when I had the chance. I said “I couldn’t leave you; I will always wait for you”. He smiled and kissed me. We walked towards the direction of safety arm in arm, feeling more secure than we ever had.
