Feb.  98:     Was in camp and it was cold outside, and I was complaining to the Lord that I was cold.  About a week later, while walking in the streets, I found a sleeping bag that was still in the plastic/new. There was also a case of cup of noodles soup next to it. I almost took the items; but was convicted about complaining—because I have food and a sleeping bag. Some street people don’t even have that. I prayed that the Lord would give the items to someone that needed them.