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"Suddenly the prospect of watching their children die became very real.

Who did you save? Did you seek to save one child, or try to save all, at the risk ultimately of saving none? Did you save a daughter or a son? The youngest or your firstborn? Did you save that sun-kissed child who gave you delight every morning, or the benighted adolescent who made your day a torment - save him, because every piece of you screamed to save the sweet one?

And if you saved none, what then?

How did you go on?"
Isaac's Storm, pg 181 - A story about the deadliest hurricane in history

A passage like this dwarfs the menial stresses of today. It makes your heart ache for the lost and the dying. Please Lord Jesus, hear their cry and enable us to speak your truth.