Into a blizzard with blinding snow. Ice covered the roads and the wind was bitter cold. Into the unknown holding onto faith and hope. In the distance between there and nowhere, a distant shadow walking lost in the night. Faint moon light shimmers between the dancing snowflakes as I return to check again. Not knowing what I will find, is it an enemy or a friend. For what divine purpose, perhaps I will never know. I only know I have been called to pull a wandering soul from the snow. Half frozen and desperate to get back home, I was called to be the hands of God and return a wanderer safely back to where they had been. I know not what happened to that imperiled soul beyond that night. I only know that I did that which was right. I can only hope that the gift or rescue I gave in the fathers name, will be passed on by the soul I helped to another who is in need.