I love NY.

[Risk No. 219] It was hard to miss Ramona. She stood out like a sore thumb in a small country town. Her hair was tucked under a rastafarian beanie and her shirt read, “I love NY.” I asked if I could pray for her. She quickly agreed. I welcomed the Holy Spirit’s presence and prayed a short prayer over her. She thanked me for making her day and I was able to point her toward a great church in a town she had just moved to. I asked about her back and missed it. Funny and amazing all at the same time. God, you are good!