The time has come.
My bags are packed.
I've hugged my parents.
And talked to my brothers.
I smothered my little ones with hugs and kisses and tucked them into their beds.
And I held it all together until late this evening.
As I added the last donations to my bags, I looked at the glitter stickers, nail polish, colorful hair barrettes and clips. The tears started. And just wouldn't stop.
Because all I could think of is a little girl in Ethiopia who I will someday call my daughter. Who will become a sister to Joshua, Evan and Olivia. A beloved granddaughter to our parents. A great-granddaughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend.
All I could think of was that precious little girl.
And I pray that someone is visiting her.
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and keep oneself from being polluted by the world.
James 1:27




































