Yesterday marked an anniversary of sorts. I still remember every detail of that long ago Wednesday night prayer meeting like it was yesterday. For so many people, life took an unbelievable turn. A wife lost her husband. Loving parents lost their daughter. Sons lost their father. Grandchildren lost their grandpa. Siblings lost their brother and sister. A church lost their Pastor. And I lost a best friend. Lives were forever changed that night. Faith was tested, God's plan was doubted. Choices were made that affected countless lives. I don't think anyone thought that it would last as long as it has. For years, I begged and pleaded. God will have the last word, though. Of that I am sure. It's amazing how one event can effectively change your whole outlook on life and faith. I made a commitment that night to do my very best to live for God. If I can't live for God, how on earth can I expect Him to answer my prayers? Eight years later and in all actuality...