Much of my time at El Shaddai was happily spent at the baby house playing with the kids. (We also helped paint walls, held chapel every night for the youth, and did Church services every Sunday.) But my favorite was always walking through the gate to the kids and they would look up and then run to us with open arms wanting to be held. No matter what kind of day I was having, or what kind of mood I was in, sad, mad, or happy, I always left the baby house overwhelmed with love. If I was feeling off or kinda sad, the answer was still the same: baby house!
