Tears came to my eyes. I could feel my heart breaking. It all felt so overwhelming. We got back in the car, glad to be away from the constant gnats in our faces. It was quiet. I think we were processing. I was praying. Over and over. Help Brittany and Megan. Please God. Be with Brittany and Megan.  A few weeks ago, I went with three other women from my small group out to downtown Savannah. We followed a police officer, the homeless liaison, out to a homeless camp. We had brought some clothes, blankets, and bags filled with toiletries to give to the people living there. I didn't know Continue Reading