In early spring, an amazing thing happened.  I was loading food in to Ana’s van when the Lord quickened to me that I should take an extra purse.  It was somewhat strange but I have learned to heed such promptings.  I asked Sani to go up in to the corn crib, where I have some things stored, and find me some purses to go along with the other clothing we would be transporting.  He grumbled at my request, as only a teen in the pre-dawn hours can grumble, but I ended up with the purses.  As we were unloading the food in to their storage area at the hospital a woman came up to me and began a conversation.  From what I could tell she spoke about 5 different languages, including some English.  After a few moments of conversation she drifted off back into her own world (after all this is a mental hospital).  After off-loading the food we needed to go to the building where the clothing is stored. This same young woman wanted to ride in the van with us. She was so proud to be seen up in the front seat and was cheerfully waving to the other patients we passed along the way.  After reaching the other building she stepped down from the van and apparently returned to her world.  In a minute she began to cry.  I went and put my arm around her and asked what the problem was.  She replied “I have been here so very long, and all I ever wanted was a purse”.  Tears came to my eyes as I opened the carton and presented her with a purse.  God knows right where this woman is and cared that she should have that purse!  That was an amazing thing to behold and be involved in - to witness God’s concern about the little things for the forgotten. There is no one who is forgotten by the Lord.