Father God, it’s getting cold outside. I look at the window at the frosty rooftops of my neighbors, and my heart sinks to think of those without a roof over their head or hope in their heart. I think of those held prisoner in the clutches of addiction, those without food to eat and whose only socks are threadbare with holes. Father we lift the homeless, the lost, the sick, the addicted and the vulnerable. We lift those who left rashly, … Continue reading →