my new hands and feet
The first night we arrived at training camp, my team was instructed to live homeless on the streets of Atlanta for the evening; in this assignment, sensitivity to the Holy Spirit was vital. After speaking to and praying for multiple people, we met Piccu. Piccu was sitting alone in an abandoned bus stop accompanied by an industrial trash bag filled with all he had to his name. My team grew to love this teddy bear of a man and grew more and more affectionate towards how sweet and harmless he was. We decided to use the $8 we had been given in order to feed him and we were determined to get him...