We have several incest victims, rape victims, children of murderers, physically handicapped, mentally challenged and some kids who were just too poor for their parents to look after them. But as I was reminded last week, God doesn’t see the labels. He just sees the people and he loves them.
It’s been a privilege to share time with them and I’ll miss group two. But then I already miss group one as well.
As going home starts to loom on the horizon there are always mixed feelings. Family and good food beckon us home, needy and empty little lives plead with us to stay, or at least to come back soon.
If only we could raise up some young people here in
Oh and continuing in the Herron tradition of bad pictures while sleeping, here’s one of Laura. Sorry Bo.
One thing we are very proud of is introducing major water fights to these deprived children!?! There's nothing quite like it. We have initiated firing sqauds where the leaders (mainly me!) volunteer to stand against the wall beside the container and anyone under 14 gets a free shot. Just look at the mischief in that face....(never mind the size of the bomb)
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