to “troll” for men along the beach.
They were about a hundred yards away, with a sea of people
separating us. I could tell he was yelling something while he ran after
her, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I struggled to my
knees, gripped with concern. Dee was looking for help, and finally
our eyes locked across the crowded sand. She turned and began to
rush toward me with the motorcycle dude in tow. He was closing in
on her, still shouting wildly as they ran over people lying on the
beach. When they grew close, I could finally hear what he was saying.
“I love you! I am taking you with me!”
I was so scared that my body shook uncontrollably, my legs
wobbled like a newborn colt, and my mouth felt filled with cotton.
Dee dove to a spot next to me on my right, landing on her knees.
The young man reached down, grabbed her by the straps of her
halter-top, lifted her from the sand, and yelled, “I love you! I love
you! I am taking you with me! I am taking you with me!”
I was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t move a muscle. A voice in
my spirit yelled, “Tell him about Me! Tell him about Me!”
I protested, “God, I don’t know if You noticed, but this man
doesn’t seem to be open to evangelism. He wants to hurt someone!”
But God kept forcefully pressing me, “Tell him about Me!”
My mind was racing but suddenly I grabbed his arm and yelled,
“That is enough!” I thought, Kris, what the heck are you doing?
He turned his gaze to me, penetrating my heart with eyes full of
rage. Dee, still trying to break free from his grip, shouted, “That’s my
dad!”
He dropped her in the sand, grabbed me by my tank-top shirt,