I was in the nicu with my youngest son. I was struggling with life at that time. We have an older son, had adopted our middle son just a few months before I gave, and now we had a premature child in the hospital. I was struggling with anxiety and the baby blues. A lady walked up to me and handed me a crochet blanket and a small book of devotions, from Our Daily Bread. It was exactly what I needed, and I praise God
for kind people like that.