On Saturday, a member of our life group, who now lives in Seattle, asked for help. A friend of hers was stranded at the Wal-Mart, without gas and without money. Thankfully, I was in a good place to offer her help, so I drove to Wal-Mart and met her. She was a broken lady, in tears and in much pain. “God can’t love me. I don’t deserve your help.” She was escaping; it seems, from her boyfriend in Oregon. “He’s a bad man.’ She was on her way to southern California to be with her young son. I didn’t ask her for all the details, but just loved on her and prayed a blessing on her. She is unmarried and has three children. “I will never forget this,” she said and gave me a hug and then drove away with her tank full of gas and some cash in her pocket. I am praying that she will have a realization of the love of God and of redemption. This was probably the highlight of my week.