Crackhead B

This was a day Lord has made. After sharing a vision to Atlantans, police officer called Adam showed me his patrol-area. And lot of crackheads!

Man. World we live, is a dark one. Even this big and shiny Atlanta. Can u imagine, in every hundred meters there are gangs of people selling crack? There are prostitutes wondering around the gas-stations.

And on the dark church-corner there is a crackhead B. That person was a miserable one. When Adam introduced me to here as a preacher and asked if I could pray for her. She said: pray for safety. (I will do that)

Of course she didnt take it too seriously, because the addiction was devastating one, but u get the point... Here, in the world, not too far from us live people who do not have hope any more.

Or you think they do?