Image by Michael Sarver via FlickrI just held a stranger's hair out of her face while she threw up a mojito, projectile vomit style into a red bucket at Au Bon Pain.Context: Tonight, I was meeting a friend for late night coffee when a very drunk young lady met us at the register as we purchased our herbal tea. God had been preparing me all day to meet this young lady. Montages of my disobedient past had been flashing through my head earlier that day. Freshly recalling the memories of the compromising situations I put myself in, bad choices with men, unwise use of substances for temporary pleasure, made my heart tender toward this young woman and the hundreds of other college and teenage kids rushing past the glass window of the coffee shop. The situations I put myself in did not yield this particular consequence, or many other consequences I could have been subjected to, not because I was better, or more virtuous than this young lady, but because of the grace of God alone.
