It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m watching some of the young girls (ages maybe 11-13) put the kindergarten kids to bed. It’s a beautiful picture of the kids caring for one another but there’s a sadness that creeps in as you wonder: Who cares for these girls? At their age, if something was wrong at night I would tiptoe down to mom and dad’s room and find comfort in their arms for whatever physical pain or dis-conserting thoughts I was having. Who do these girls go to? Who holds them at night when they miss their parents? Who sings them back to sleep when they wake up from a bad dream? I’m thankful they have a Father above who loves them and cares for them far beyond even what we can provide. What an honor it is to be the hands and feet of Jesus as we care for these kids. Thank You all for your love and support!
