When I was about 5 years old, I remember standing in my room one morning as my father was rushing around the house getting ready for work. He walked in to my room, with his undershirt still to be put on and said something to me, which I don’t remember. As he turned around, he flung his t-shirt over his head and walked out the bedroom door and on down the hallway.
“Wow,” I remember thinking. “My father is sooo cool. He just put his shirt on while he was walking! And to top it off… he did it at the same time he was walking through a doorway! That must take some skill. I want to be like that! He’ll really proud of me too!”
So, the next morning, I set out to do just like my father had done before me. I carefully thought the whole thing through, plotted my course, and selected the shirt I would attempt to put on while walking through the doorway of my bedroom.
“Okay, here goes!” I took my first couple of steps toward the doorway.
“Good bye mom, I love you!” seventeen year old Cassie told her mother as she walked out the front door and hurried off to school. It was a day like any other, running late, homework to finish before afternoon classes, and normal teenage life in the high school to deal with.
While at school that morning, she handed her friend, Amanda, a note.
“It’s so frustrating to be patient and wait for God’s perfect timing. It’s so hard to remember that his timing is not our timing. That he knows best. I need to learn to trust, be faithful and trusting…and choose his will… P.S. Honestly, I want to live completely for God. It’s hard and scary, but totally worth it.”
Little did either one of them know that would be Cassie’s last day here on earth.
On April 20th, 1999, Cassie and others heard the gun shots down the hall and hid underneath a lunchroom table as the two boys entered and began shooting. One of the boys walked up to the table Cassie was hiding underneath, slapped the tabletop twice with his hand, and bent over to see her. Continue reading