All I can do is thank God for the blood of Jesus. What could have been an exciting day today, ended up being extremely boring. After waiting an hour for a tour of the capital, we went on a very uninformative tour. We finally got to leave at about 4:00.
Back on the George Mason campus, we found out that at around 4:45, there was a shooting on Capital Hill. I immediately thought of one of my mother’s favorite songs. There were “angels watching over me, every move I make, angels watching over me. Angels watching over me, every step I take, angels watching over me” (Amy Grant).
As long as Steven doesn’t have any more dreams about terrorist attacks happening while we’re here, we should be good.