Living in the Tenderloin is not only a crazy experience, but it is very much a blessing. Contrary to popular belief, tragedies are very rare in the homeless district; apart from the self-inflicted pain and anguish my neighbors and friends put themselves through. I am in no way disregarding the fact that terrible, terrible things happen in the TL, but most of the homeless protect us (especially us girls), because they are aware of the things that go on in this part of town and find it their responsibility to watch out for us.
However, a few days ago, Satan proved that he is fighting against us in this place.
Tuesday night, as my roommates and I were getting into bed, I had a horrible feeling. It was one of those feelings that surrounds your entire being, captivates your thoughts and messes with your emotions. Apparently I wasn’t the only one in the room who had felt that way. The other girls were uneasy about something as well. Jordyn suggested that we pray together as a room before going to bed. So for about 20 minutes, we took turns praying. We prayed for a hedge of protection around our building and base, and for angels to surround us that night. Carrianne prayed that God would stick our building in a huge bubble. ☺ Afterward, we said our goodnights and fell asleep.
The next morning, as we were coming down for breakfast, everyone’s talking about a crime scene right outside our door. I inquire more. Chris, the cook on staff told me we had to get to the classroom next door through the back because the police have the front of our two buildings taped off. He said word on the street (literally, the street. This is the TL) is that it was a stabbing, but no on knew for sure, and the CIA wouldn’t tell us anything.
Well, after breakfast and work duties, we had worship in the next building downstairs, so we had to go through the back. After worship, Ben, our leader, sat down with us and explained what had happened. A man was indeed stabbed right on our doorstep at about 3 O’clock in the morning. The man who was stabbed passed away, and they would not release his name to us, so we had no clue if we had known him or not. There was also blood red graffiti on our garage door. Which is weird because everyone in the TL really respects the YWAM buildings.
The girls and I were dumbfounded. Stabbings are not a regular occurrence in the TL, and the graffiti was just surprising. We also found out that other people had prayed for the same thing last night, having the same horrible feeling inside. It’s just odd how we got those feelings last night, and then wake up to a crime scene on our doorstep.
Satan is angry, and he is trying to get our attention.
But he has no place here, or with these people. And I’m pretty sure we’ve already proved that God will protect us.
Love All, Serve All, Laugh continuously,
Hannah Elizabeth.
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