My first attempt ever to 'go out into the streets' was on Sat. morning in Walnut with the faithful folks at VOH. Each of us contributed our impressions to a list for a Treasure Hunt to use as a guide. My impression was of a woman in a striped shirt on a sidewalk. Almost immediately, I learned things do not always go as planned. Due to our freeway exit being closed, keeping us from our intended destination, we had to make a quick adjustment & we went to a nearby Walmart. Everyone (save 1) gladly received our offer for prayer, however, none of them were the ones listed on our map. The next morning, I suddenly realized I HAD seen the woman in the striped shirt. She'd walked by us as we were praying for someone else. So even though I'm sorry I missed praying for her at the appointed time, she's actually received a lot of prayer since then, because I lift her up each time of think of her. Thankful that God is still at work, even when we miss an opportunity.