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I loved last month more than I ever thought I would. loving on those kids was so much fun. Being able to help the foster mom’s and play with the kids was awesome.

All of these kids were either given up or abandoned by their families. I could talk your ear off about their stories and how heart wrenching most of them are. But i really don’t want to write some snob story blog about these kids because I don’t want you see them as weak and helpless. I rather have you see the joy and love that it oozing out of these kids.

Nolan thought me most about joy this month. I fell in love with him right away. I nicknamed him Chewie because part of his cerebral palsy is that he can’t swallow very well so he drools a bit. So when he gets really happy he make a Chewbacca type noise and its adorable. Anyway whenever we would walk into his apartment and he saw us he would instantly get the biggest smile on his face and it would melt my heart. He was always so excited for the little things. For example the first sunday we were in Ongole we helped his foster mom walk them to church. She hadn’t be able to bring all the kids to church because most of them have difficulty walking also trying to track of six kids by one self is difficult anyway. When Chewie found out that he was able to go to church that morning he was so excited! He kept pointing to his carrier and signing that we were leaving (oh ps he is also deaf) . It amazed me how excited and joyful he was over the simple fact of going to church. It made me realize how much I take the little things I do throughout out my day for granted.

As for love Faith thought me about that, well and God. Faith was so hard to deal with. She has hit and pinched me more than I would like to admit. But everyday I was always drawn to her. The more I spent time with her the more I learned about her. In the calm moments she was amazing. There were these calm moments where she would pull me behind her and wrap my arms around her while we watched the autos, motos, and trucks go by. In those small moments she was just a 12 years old girls wanting to be held and loved. I would just soak in these times because soon enough they would be gone. While praying for her and all the kids I realized that Its more than just enjoying playing with the kids. I want these kids to have everything they need and want. These kids deserve nothing but the best. I want them to thrive and reach their full potential. They have been underestimated by everyone but they are the strongest kids I’ve ever met. I am so grateful that I was able to spend a month getting to know and love on these kids. And throughout them I was able to glimpse what really love looks and feels like.

More than telling you about these kids. I want to show you some pictures of the kids I got close to this month. Be prepared … they are adorable.