Thank you is not always a word.

It's March 28th, as we walk Hastings & Cordova streets. There is a driving cold wind that makes the raindrops feel like little needles hitting my face. I've lived here nearly 2 years and I can't believe I came out tonight without an umbrella! Wet icy streams run from my hair and into my eyes. I'm beginning to wonder why I'm out here. Throught he storm we see 'Lana' running towards us in her very high heels. She has a beautiful white sweater on and is protected by an umbrella. We foreit the usual big hug so as not to get her wet. We chat a bit and then she says to me, "Here vicki, take my umbrella, you're soaking!" I started to say, "No", and she says, "Please, I can't stand to see you so wet!" I was finally able to convince her my plight wasn't as bad as it seemed because we were heading home where I could get dry. We said goodbye and as we walked away I felt a little drier and a lot warmer for her concern and kindness, and I marveled at what a little love can do for us. And I remembered why I was out there!

"I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me. I was in prosion and you came to visit me." Matthew 15:35-36