He still waits.

hey’re not just sad faces on a commercial about the world’s hurting children, or statistics in a brochure, or part of a donation appeal video shared on social media. They are as real as the children you hugged and kissed goodnight who now lay sleeping in their beds. Except the ones I can’t stop thinking about are tied to the posts of the cribs with wooden boards they lay on with simply a blanket to comfort them. And they didn’t get a bedtime snack, or a goodnight kiss…sigh…this isn’t a guilt trip….hang with me…

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A Million Miles to Madison

The minute I read that, I knew she was meant to be my daughter, for I have asked a similar question of God many times over my adult life, “When Lord, when will I get one to keep?”

          This day, He whispered back, “She’s yours”.

You matter

    I got a call today for a family in need of one of the diaper bags we had…

What was He thinking…

The idea for this post came to me while driving home from Children’s Hospital this morning. I had forgotten to…