im finding that i get so overwhelmed with the poverty and great need here, and i become frustrated.
but sitting on the grass with these precious babies, listening to them whisper to each other and giggle while chewing on the peppermints we gave them...it's in these little moments i can hear the still, small voice of God, knowing He loves them and has a plan and purpose for each of them.
the more i am here, the more i am struck by what it means to love. one child at a time.
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