Last week as I listened to a doctor from Sloan Kettering give my husband a second opinion, I saw the words “To Be Continued” scroll across the screen of my life. I wanted to shout, “No! The year 2020 is done! Down the tube! Finished! Out with the bad, and in with the good!” Instead…
It was while I was sitting in our weekly prayer meeting one Monday night when I first saw them. They were faces. I saw faces peering through the huge glass windows of our storefront at The 180 Center. So many faces. They were the countenances of people who were hungry and longing. Yearning for warmth…
Boom! A terrible storm plowed through our neighborhood and the last of the thunder seemed to put the exclamation mark on our evening. Even with a power outage, I somehow managed to create a delicious dinner and everyone was hungry. Looking across the table at my six year old son, I asked, “Mikey, can you you pray…
