[Risk No. 731] Joani (my sweet pal from Colombia) and I had an incredible time at a local prison and he was feeling Wendy’s for a late-night treat. I can’t recall the last time I’ve been at Wendy’s. Actually, I take that back. I can. It was about four years ago while on tour with The Ember Days. Sorry, I’m rambling.

We asked the drive-thru attendant how we could pray for her. She looked at us funny, told us she had to go and then closed the window on us. Rejection, light. We drove away praying for her all the same.