Now I'm back home trying to recount the experiences I had in Atlanta. It strikes emotion, I'm faced again with realization that I have been deeply effected. What does it mean to live in poverty? What does it mean to be an outcast?
But God is there, He's with those who need him. He heals the sick and comforts the mourning.
If Jesus was often around sinners what makes us think his Holy Spirit would do any different.
My synopsis is that God is ALWAYS good and ALWAYS faithful. He's become my everything. That's all I am now
