"The Lord is my Strength and my shield; in Him my heart trusts , and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to Him."
I walked alone towards the building, touching my side periodically to ensure the knife tucked into my skirt was still there. My skirt whipped at my ankles as the wind rushed passed me as if running away from eminent danger. I wished that I had taken up my brother’s offer for him to walk with me. A wild horse was galloping around the deserted property bucking and neighing. I looked back and wondered if it was going to trample me or buck my car. My brother was sitting in the car with his fiancé, I insisted that he wait with her in the car rather than walk with me. They were on their way to a wedding; she was dressed in a sundress, not appropriate to walk through this area.