It was a May night and Joyce Hamilton couldn’t sleep any longer, awakened by a dream that seemed too real to discard.
“I had a vision that the Lord was telling me to feed the hungry,” she said. “Whenever God gives a vision, he gives a provision.”
Her husband, Terriance, told her to go back to sleep. In the days that followed, he saw something in his wife that made him understand how serious she was about the direction their life soon would take: He saw compassion.