I was carried to the table, seated where I don't belong.

I was just taking my normal bus ride to school when God reminded me about what Pastor Daniel shared during RAW camp last year during the last day.

"I saw this guy knocked into a girl who was standing there while he was running, I thought the girl would get angry and may even scream at the guy. But out of my imagination, the girl ran with him."

Is this race that you are running, a very unexciting, wearisome one? Or is it a race that impacts, that causes the people around you to catch this fire and run this race with you?
God has challenged me.