Love your neighbor as yourself.

I believe that we are called to love. As simple as it sounds, many times we allow things to hinder us from our calling. Maybe it is politics. Maybe it is socio-economic differences. Maybe simply reaching out is hard to do, as I have heard from people before.

This entry is a little different, as I would rather the pictures speak for themselves.

A pair of shorts, the empty remnants of a snack bag, and a pair of sandals represent someone who might have been looking for the Conway Ministry warming station.

Signs of hope to point people needing refuge in the right direction. 

Was the basketball held by a child today?

The steps that lead to a warm meal, warm bed, and a caring team.

Signs of hope. 

Would the tear freeze to my cheek?

Church doors. A sign of hope from people who love. 

I should have rethought my shoe choices. By the time I had walked the premises and prayed for two hours, my feet were burning from the cold.