And okay, I'm torn because I also feel really guilty for feeling like this. I mean, how can I be happy about the prospect of learning more about some guy's death? Whether it was suicide or murder or whatever, it's still extremely sad, and there must be a family somewhere that is probably still mourning the loss of their loved one. Not unlike how I feel when I consider how my own dad was murdered while working on the police force about five years ago. And so, as Ebony parks in the employee parking area, I decide I'm definitely not happy about this. I'm simply enthusiastic over the prospect of being used by God again, to think that I might be a tool in the possible resolution of what could turn out to be a murder case. I really want to make myself totally available to God today. I pray silently a§ we walk up to the back door of city hall. Once again, I tell God that I'm here for Him. I'm ready and available for whatever He'd like me to do. I ask Him to help me tune in to His heart and His Spirit and to use me however He sees fit.
