I admit it. I’m a woman of privilege:
Parents who loved God, each other and me.
A godly husband and gracious friends.
A safe home, warm bed and enough food.
Good teachers and great books.
I thank you, Lord, for my many, many blessings. I pray for my readers who lack these privileges, those who feel unloved and unsafe, cold and hungry, cut off and alone. Wrap them in the warmth of your love, the security of your protection, the nurture of your Word and the hope of your heaven. 
