Little ones
I hurt my baby today. It wasn't serious. I closed a drawer on her toes. But it gave me just a small insight into the horrendous feeling of watching your baby suffer and my heart just aches for mothers everywhere with sick little ones. Knowing what that felt like to see my baby cry for something I did to hurt her, how, oh how can anyone deliberately hurt a child? They're so innocent, vulnerable, trusting...
There's a little boy who we are praying for and I'd love for you to join me. He's mentally retarded and emotionally fragile. He was in my friend's special ed. class. I used to go sing for them and he would drink in my songs as if I were an angel. He was one of five adopted children in his family. His original family sexually abused him and kept him in a closet. Two months ago, his (adopted) father died and his (adopted) mother put him in a home because she couldn't handle all her kids anymore. I can't imagine what he might be feeling right now. I sob for him. My husband has cautiously agreed to look into adopting him. Please pray that we can be or find a family for him. All children need love. And this one...he is long overdue to be showered with it.







