12/15/11 She carries around a little bundle, Lord. You really wouldn't know that it was a baby. The child was born behind a restaurant, in the service alley next to a dumpster. She cut the cord, herself. She came in and asked for prayer. I asked where the father was. She pointed up to heaven, "I don't know who the man is who got me pregnant, but I do know who my baby's real Father is."

Lord, let me see every person who comes through our doors at River City Ministry, as Your child. When I ask "who's your daddy?", help me remember that it is You, first, and last, and that You love Your children, wherever they may be, in a house on the hill or a cardboard mat under a bridge.

... an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, "Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit ... Matthew 1:20, NIV