My beautiful children:
Walking into the slums was a surprise each time. Out of all of the goodbyes, this one was the hardest. The language barrier was a little hard, but these kids didn’t want our words, they wanted our love. On the last day here, I walked up as this boy (in the first picture) sprinted full-speed, and jumped into the air, thrusting himself into my arms, without a doubt that I would catch him. As I showed them the Father’s love for them, I began feeling the Father’s love for me. This month has been a struggle, so I had to make a choice to run and thrust myself into the Father’s arms, and oh how sweet it is to be surrounded by His peace and graciousness. @ Battambang
