Our 14 kids are all nestled in their beds. Some are chatting. We've had a fun weekend playing with the cow and donkeys, chasing termites, and just doing work on the farm.
A train is passing by through the hillside as I type, and the blisters on my hands are sore from digging today.
I am closing this day thinking of all the little ones out there who have no safe place to sleep as we are going to bed with full tummies and a roof over our heads.
I know the feeling of being loved and accepted. Everyone deserves to be loved on and comforted. I am grieved that I cannot help everyone. It seems my personal ability is to give quality help to a few, but...
...to THAT person, it means everything. As they grow and tell their personal story... it will have a wonderful twist in the middle of it where their destiny was changed, hope was born, and a bright future imminent.
I will help. I will love. I will do what it takes.
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