All day, every day, I think of them. The twelve year old boy who seemed so much more nervous and awkward than he was last year. The four year old girl who was so sweet and quiet. The baby who was sick. The little boys who loved kicking balls. The precious little faces of children as we delivered packages from their parents waiting to bring them home. All of them, on my heart, all of the time.
Soon I will get organized enough to begin sharing their stories with you. Right now I'm trying to wrap my mind around going on with normal life while always remembering the precious little faces that fill my mind night and day.
I'm looking forward to hearing your stories, friend. Praying that God would make things clear in your mind and heart, as you prepare to share.
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