And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.

~ Philippians 4:19, NLT

If I could say anything to the people of India, this verse probably sums it up.

When I witnessed this precious woman standing literally on the brink of a very, very deep well lifting bucket after bucket of water to fill her pots, I couldn't help but think of the time when Jesus met the woman at the well and offered so much more than water......

I just thought of her today and wondered what she was doing.....

Wondered if she will ever know about the Living Water.......

Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us.

~ Hebrews 6:18, NLT

I read this verse yesterday and WOW! I just kept reading it over and over and over......

"We who have fled to Him for refuge"....that would be me and you! Any of us who have turned to God in our times of fear, grief, anxiety, loneliness, betrayal......"WE WHO HAVE FLED TO HIM FOR REFUGE".....

"Can have great confidence".....not just confidence but GREAT confidence....not the thought that "maybe God will be there for us "but the knowledge that HE is there for us....not wondering but KNOWING.....not even "hoping" as we often use the word hope....like when we say, "I hope He comes through for me or I hope God answers my prayer"......."WE WHO HAVE FLED TO HIM FOR REFUGE CAN HAVE GREAT CONFIDENCE"....

"As we hold to the hope that lies before us...." So we're holding on. That's where our great confidence comes from......the fact that we KNOW that there is something that lies before us that is amazing, wonderful, worthy.......THE HOPE....

And then Hebrews6 goes on to say.




Even the Hindu religion uses a curtain to separate the worshipers from the high priest. We attended a Hindu worship service and I was amazed to see the curtain drawn until the service began and then the opening of the curtain so that the people could watch a Hindu priest perform a ritual of smoke and fire on the Hindu god. It was very sad to see so many Indian people clamoring for just a glimpse into this shrine that represented one of thousands of their gods. A god that offers no hope.





And yet we have the blessing of KNOWING JESUS, the author and perfecter of our faith, THE HOPE......and the curtain has been torn that once separated us from the throne of grace...which we are told in yet another passage can be approached with....

YOU GUESSED IT!!

CONFIDENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


So I recalled a couple other verses that are so packed with power as I thought about "the hope that lies before us!"

Romans 5:1-8

¹Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, ²through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. ³Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; ⁴perseverance, character; and character, hope. ⁵And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. ⁶You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. ⁷Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. ⁸But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Isaiah 49:23

Then you will know that I am the LORD;
those who hope in me will not be disappointed.

And after reading these I just sit back and think WOW! all over again.

For some reason, God has called me to a life of "disappointing circumstances," but I feel He has "appointed" me to share THE HOPE that does not disappoint.

So, today, as we celebrate Tim's 44th birthday and reflect on the 17th anniversary of the loss of our daughter (she died of SIDS on the morning of Tim's 27th birthday) and as we enter the month of May tomorrow and head towards Nick's 14th birthday on the 22nd......knowing he will celebrate it with Adrienne and with Jesus, I can't help but feel a sense of earthly disappointment....

BUT,

Believe me when I say that the hope that comes from God does not disappoint!!

I am able to write to you today because of this deep-rooted confidence in

"the hope that lies before us!!"

Jesus will return or I will go to Him one day - I just don't know which will come first - We all will!

And immediately we will understand and KNOW and EMBRACE Jesus Christ...

THE HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Praying for all of those who do not have THE HOPE,

From the title, I assume you know from the outset that I never actually met Nick Nischan. His family arrived at my alma mater just after I graduated, and I only casually met his dad on random visits back to the university. But where the title of my thoughts tonight might mislead a bit is that I feel like I know Nick Nischan, especially after the events of the past few days.

Nick's funeral celebration was this afternoon in a crowded church of family and friends. His battle with brain cancer for the past 6 years of his life has been well documented in this little corner of the the world, though his influence has gone far beyond Eastern Kentucky.

For the past several years before I arrived back at my alma mater to assume employment, I had heard about this kid named Nick. What set him apart was not that he was dealing with a sickness that was robbing him of being, in a physical sense anyway, what any 13-year-old boy wanted to be. But words that I had always heard were "courageous," "inspirational," "brave."

After the events of the past few days, I can only assume that was all true. As I sat through the funeral - which was actually more of a celebration service - I heard those descriptive words used over & over again by the several who spoke at the service. I can't imagine the funeral service for one of my own children. But to actually get up and speak.....remarkable. And yet, both Dad & Mom took their turn. I wish I could script out for you their words....it was beautiful, well-said, and very touching. I'm beginning to sense that this remarkable little boy was one of those "apples that didn't fall far from the tree" as they say. Nick's mom, Tammy, is a prolific blogger, and has been documenting this 6-year journey at http://www.tammynischan.blogspot.com/and it wouldn't surprise me if she posts the manuscripts of both her talk and Tim's. If you get a chance to read some of her posts, it won't be a waste of your time.

The service itself was as unique as the life it commemorated. The four-piece band did an instrumental version of Audio Adrenaline's 'Big House' as a prelude. I didn't put two and two together at first. But if you know the song, the lyrics refer to the "big, big house, with lots & lots of room...with a big, big yard, where we can play football." Nick was a huge football fan, and reference was made later in the service to Nick playing football in that big, big yard at his father's house. I don't know if the Audio A guys ever dreamed that song, or any of theirs, would be used at a funeral. But it was perfect. In fact, it was used as an invitation song at the end. Again, this won't show up in any handbook on how to perform a funeral (neither would the video tribute to Nick sent from Chuck Norris!). But Nick's life was celebrated tonight much like it was lived. Full of life. Taking advantage of every opportunity and every moment. Pointing to Jesus all along the way.

I never knew Nick Nischan. But in a whole lot of ways, I feel like I know him now. I just wonder if any of us will leave a legacy after we're gone like this 13-year-old inspirational young man.

Below is a link to a very good article written by our college president about Nick and his family's journey. (You may have to copy and paste the web address below into your web address line in order to get to the story.)

http://www.kcu.edu/template.php?area=&page=nick_nischan&PHPSESSID=aba4f6c64604653a26af35f71a685fb8

Ok, I couldn't stand it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you all so much, and I feel so strongly that Nick's story and the story of this amazing (a thumbs-up rupee) from God need to be shared with as many people as possible..................

So, here's the deal!

If you posted a comment under the "Another Give Away!" about the rupee, email me at tammynischan@yahoo.com and give me your address. I will mail you a rupee in the next week!

The only request is that you go to http://www.nick7-11.zoomshare.com/ and look back through Nick's journey and see the power of the thumbs-up throughout Nick's life (I haven't updated this site since Nick passed away......it's just been too hard to go there). After you see how the thumbs -up became such a great source of encouragment and strength to our family, SHARE the story of Jesus' never-ending love even in the midst of great suffering, sadness, and pain with someone who needs to hear it.

My prayer is that the rupee you receive will be a way for you to share the love of Jesus with those in your circle for years to come!

I am going to pray over each rupee before placing it in the mail, so just know that it will arrive at your home covered with God's blessing!

I love you all so much!

Don't forget to email me with your home address if you entered the give away contest for the rupee!!!!

Congratulations to all who posted!!!!

I'm already praying for your opportunities to share God's love with your friends and family!

While we were in India we had to take two very long train rides (one for 11 hours...one for 13!!)

Olivia is going to give softball a whirl this spring/summer! She's never played before, so she's kind-of nervous.







This afternoon was the Opening Day Little League Parade!!!






Her first game is tomorrow at 5! I hope she remembers that she has to stay on base or she'll be "out" (she didn't know that during the scrimmage)...and that she doesn't have to swing at every pitch (she did a little golfing at the scrimmage!)











And Erich, our oldest son, made a huge decision to drive to Nashville, TN, last weekend just to ask his "best friend" of the past three years if she would date him!!! WOW!! We were so happy and shocked!! Mallory is a junior at David Lipscombe College. She has a heart for missions just like Erich!



Tonight was Kentucky Christian University's Junior/Senior Banquet, so Mallory drove to Grayson today!!!



I just had to get a camera before these big events!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the lady at WalMart asked if I wanted to buy the 2-year warranty, I laughed. I don't think it covers being dropped or having coffee spilled on it......so I decided to "pass" on that deal.

If you go to www.wsaz.com and click on the news story "Small Gifts with the Power to Heal," you can read a story on last night's event and watch an unedited interview they did with me.....please remember it is unedited. :)

Guess God knew my camera would be broken and the story still needed to be shared somehow today!

Love you all,

While we were India, we were able to meet this precious couple who work at Mid-India Christian Mission.

As soon as we were introduced and a brief part of our life stories had been shared, we knew that we would be friends for life.

About a year and a half ago, they lost their sweet 5-year old Lia to a very severe illness and high fever. She was perfectly well and within 16 days of becoming sick, she went Home.

As we sat and talked with them through the help of an interpreter at times, I was amazed at how similar our pain was. When they arrived this particular day, they had brought with them several photo albums, Lia's school book with her art work, and precious stories of Lia's life.

I couldn't help but think about how grief knows no cultural boundaries. Loss is loss. Pain is pain. Tears are tears. No matter the language. No matter the skin color.

Then I realized that as Christians we also shared the most wonderful aspect of grief that anyone can have and that was HOPE!

Because of their rejection of the Hindu religion which looks to thousands of gods in hopes of returning to this world in another life at a higher level of existence, this couple has accepted Christianity and the truth that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that He died so that all of our sins could be forgiven.....and best of all that He rose again promising eternal life for all who accept Him as their Lord and Savior!!!

Lia and Nick are sharing eternity! That's what I have to remember when I am missing Nick so desperately!!!

God has given us hope! Thank you, Father. You knew we needed it in order to make it through this world!! Thank you.


(I dropped my camera last night at the end of the Basket of Hope event, and it is totally BROKEN....so, I will be sharing about last night as soon as I get a new camera and am able to download my pictures!)

I saw these photos this morning and knew for today.......the message was suppose to be about HOPE........maybe not Baskets of Hope...............but something even better..........the HOPE OF ETERNITY WITH JESUS and with all of those who have gone before us!!!

As we drove to Huntington yesterday morning for our first hospital visit, I knew that in spite of my inner struggle it was the journey planned for me on this particular day.

I had shared with Angela before we left the fact that I was feeling oppressed, discouraged, and somewhat confused about why Nick had to die in order for these good things to happen......I believed so strongly throughout Nick's entire illness that he would be healed....that God would use him in mighty ways.....

And if you followed our journey through cancer you know that I did my best to praise God NO MATTER WHAT the news was for that day or what we as a family or Nick as a sweet patient had had to endure.

However, in spite of all of that, for some reason I may not totally grasp until the day I stand before my Heavenly Father, Nick's life was ordained to last 13 years. I love Psalm 139,

¹⁶ your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

This passage gave me such strength when we lost Adrienne too. Knowing that God had ordained 6 weeks for her to be with us before one of her days came to be. It gave me peace so that I would not always wonder things like, "What she would have been, what she would have looked like, etc." I just knew that God never, ever planned her life past 6 weeks. She was a 6-week gift that changed my life in amazing ways.

Now I have to come to grips with the reality that Nick was a 13-year gift. A precious gift.

And as I do, I have to enjoy and cherish all of the things that both Nick and Adrienne have brought not only to my life but also to the world........things that are eternal.

So, after talking a bit with Angela we prayed and headed on our way to Cabell Hospital with Kim, a friend whose son has also been down the chemo road.

When we arrived at the hospital, we were told to go to human resources. A room had been reserved. We were a little early and the room was not quite ready, so Janet took us up an elevator to her "plan B" conference room which, as God would have it, was also being used by someone else. By this time we were all kind of chuckling as we wandered around looking for a free space.....a waiting room, anywhere to sit and talk. Janet found a conference room in one hall with no light on and we walked in and sat down. I couldn't believe it when I looked on the table and right in front of me lay................of all things..................

a penny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow!!!

I knew so deeply in my heart that God had directed our steps and that Nick was affirming our journey!!! I didn't have a meltdown in front of this lady I had never met, but I wanted to!!

I saved my tears til I got back to Grayson, and then I just let them pour in the privacy of my living room!!

Oh, God, You just amaze me!!

Thank you, Father of Nick, Father of Adrienne, and Father of all my other children as well as Father of all of us, I can't imagine surviving this life without You! You are my Sustainer, Provider, Comforter, Shepherd, and so much more!

Today is Yours again, Lord. Help us live it for You and You alone. In Your Son's Precious and Holy Name of Jesus, Amen

Today we head to another hospital....actually in just 15 minutes so I had better finish getting ready!!

Tonight is our big assembly tonight! 100 baskets!!! I'll take lots of pictures.

And I promise that after we get through this adventure, I'll get back to sharing India!

Thankful for each of you! Don't forget to sign up for the give away below!

Love,

This is a huge week in our town. We are kicking off our local branch of Basket of Hope (www.basketofhope.org).

Angela Brunette, the Executive Director, arrived in Grayson yesterday from St. Louis, and I was able to spend the entire evening with her. It was wonderful! I know that God will use this ministry to encourage many children and families in Eastern Kentucky throughout the years to come as they face the news that their child has been diagnosed with a life-threatening illness.

Today Angela and I, along with a friend of mine whose son just recently finished his journey with chemo, will be visiting several area hospitals to present this volunteer ministry program. Tonight we're having our first basket-delivery and training session and tomorrow night the goal is for our community to assemble our first 100 baskets!!! Churches, a girl scout troop, and schools have collecting items for the last month, and our town is "pumped up" about making a difference to hurting families.


So why am I surprised that Tim and I are both "crushed in spirit" right now?

Why am I shocked that last night of all nights Olivia had to find a "summer picture" of herself for the school play and Tim and I walked through as she was going through all of the pictures from Nick's Make A Wish trip to the Bahamas.

There was Nick's precious face on the computer screen.

Smiling. Beaming. So happy at the ocean.

I found Tim later crying in the bathroom.

I found myself not being able to get to sleep.

And now, less than an hour before I leave for a full day of hospital visits and time with two precious moms whose children are thankfully cancer survivors, I am struggling with self-pity.

Why am I surprised?

The devil just can't stand when someone is trying so desperately to turn something bad into good. He just can't rest when God is up to something bigger than he thought possible.

So, as I read the Bible this morning, I was comforted with words like,

Many time when Olivia gets home from school, I find her carrots and her sandwich still in their sandwich bags. She has chosen to eat her fruit snacks, her chips, and her other goodies first and then either become full or ran out of time.

This morning as I was packing her lunch, I said it again, "Be sure to eat your sandwich first..."

Then as I closed the lunch box I couldn't help but think of my habits. Not in a literal sense with food (although that's an entirely different subject that probably would require an entirely different blog!) but in a spiritual sense with God.

It never fails. If I choose to clean the house first or run errands first or even exercise first, I often find myself "running out of time" for the most important part of my day....my time with God.

Time with God is like our carrots or our sandwich. It's the part of life that matters, that strengthens, that makes a difference, that keeps us sustained.

Reading a secular magazine or book, cleaning the house, running errands, watching something on TV....

These are the fruit snacks of life.

For the most part, they really don't do anything for us that is going to make a difference in an eternal sense.

Mom and I like to say that life is really just a time of "staying busy" until we go Home!! And I believe God calls us to a life of His-kind-of busy....Kingdom busy!!!!

This morning as I was reading about Gideon I learned something that I never had realized before. After God had weeded down his army to just 300 men (God didn't want the Israelites bragging on their own strength), He told Gideon to "Get up and go down into the camp for He had given Gideon the victory over them."

But then God says, "But if you are afraid to attack, go down to the camp with your servant Purah. Listen to what the Midianites are saying, and you will be greatly encouraged. They you will be eager to attack."

Here comes the part I love!!!

The next verse doesn't say that Gideoan attacked the Midianites. It says,

"So Gideon took Purah and went down to the edge of the enemy camp"

Gideon was afraid!!! He wouldn't have gone down to listen if he wasn't!!!!!

WOW!!!

After hearing straight from God.

After watching God work in mighty ways in the past.

After hearing God say, "I have given you the victory over them."

Gideon was still afraid.

I don't know about you, but that makes me feel so normal! So accepted by God!

And it also reminds me that God wants to send that extra confirmation when we need it.....even when we feel that so much has already been confirmed!!!

Thank you, Lord, for using men like Gideon who trusted You and yet were still afraid.

Thank you for promising to give us just what we need so that we can put our trust in You.....confidently!!!

I'm listening, Lord. Speak to me. Show me Your will for my life. Many times I feel afraid.

Fearfully Trusting Him and Thankful I ate My Sandwich First....I needed it!!!

If you've followed Nick's journey for long enough, you know how significant the "thumbs up" has become to our family!!



From pictures we began taking of friends and family after Nick's successful surgery in August 2006 to the thumbs up cloud my mom saw shortly thereafter.................all the way to the ultrasound of one of my friend's daughter's baby..............we have had thumbs up signs all along Nick's journey. You can look back through blog posts to find these pictures.



Well, you can imagine how we felt the first day in India when Tim received change that included this rupee coin!!!



Later we discovered that this coin was just issued in 2008, and NOONE we met had ever seen it before we arrived!!!!



We truly felt that God was giving us His "thumbs up" on our entire trip's purpose and that Nick was putting in his "two cents worth" (the value of this particular coin!) from Heaven. Leave it to Nick to somehow influence the Indian government's choice for a coin decoration.



I would love to share this little message from God with you, so I thought it would be fun to do a little give away! I will draw 7 names from the comments left on this particular blog entry this Saturday night at 11 p.m.



So just leave a little post that includes your email address, so I can contact you for your mailing address, and your name will be added to the drawing!!!



I love you all so much!!

PS Karen, I mailed your book today!!! And Christine......I missed you at church Sunday. Zoie's Mom is getting her book Wednesday.

²⁰To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.

One chair......

That's all we really needed.

A place for Olivia to sit down. The crowds, the heat, the smell, the flies,

dehydration.....

all of this mixed together had made for

one sick little girl.

And wouldn't you know it? All along the train station we found nothing but people, trash, vendors, beggars.....

and these two chairs!

One of which had held

an Indian gentleman who graciously gave it up so that I could sit by Olivia.

Thank you, Lord, for not only providing for our every need but for also giving us just a little more!

One of the ministries of Nick's foundation is to provide wooden book display cases filled with children's books to doctor's offices and hospital waiting rooms across America. These cases will also share a little about Nick's life as well as about the hope that comes from a relationship with Jesus Christ.

For the next two months we will be having a book drive for this outreach program. If you have any new or used children's books (for any ages) that you would like to donate, please contact Trish Brammell through her blog (www.trishbrammell.blogspot.com). Just post a comment on any of her blog postings and she'll get back to you. She, along with Jenna McGuire, are heading up this ministry, and I am forever thankful!!!

I am convinced that Nick's love for reading was a gift from God as he was able to "escape" into the wonders of books so many times when things were tough.

If you know of a doctor's office or hospital that would be interested in having a Nick's Nook, please let us know! We are taking orders at this time.

Special thanks to the Carter County Vocational School for your time and talent! Also, thank you, Tony Collier, for building our model after hearing about our dream.

Opening my life story up through a blog is something I never thought I would do.......

But here I am a little over a year into my "open book" life and I am realizing that part of what makes a blog "real" is when the author is able to share the good, the bad, and the ugly.

It's so much safer to just share the good....or at least the somewhat pleasant part of life.

Even sharing my spiritual struggles has been therapeutic for me.

But, this has been one of those weeks when I have realized that there are just some parts of life, even as the daughter of the King, that are so far from anything I would ever label as "royal!"

You know me well enough by now, though, to know that I try desperately to look for the spiritual application in everything I face, so here is what I've learned this week.

First, when Cinderella is sick, the step-sisters (or in my case the children/husband), don't necessarily step in and do the chores. I will add one level of grace to this comment. Tim was trying to finish up tax season, so he was working from morning til dark (most of the time) and Todd and Olivia were swamped with homework and extracurricular activities........Needless to say, when I did come to my senses I think I spoke up for Cinderella's throughout the kingdoms of this world!!!! There is a new list of daily responsibilities on the dry erase board for the kids!!

Second, it is difficult to spend time at the Father's throne when you are sitting on your own.......endlessly.....sorry, it's just the way it was. You can ask anyone who talked to me over the past few days-I have been near dehydration and simply not totally present on this planet.

Which brings up my third discovery of the week.

If you are seriously dehydrated, don't count on your husband to make you drink. Sorry, Tim, but at this point I am thankful for my friends who popped in from time to time and who even called from out of town. I still love you, Tim. I'm just saying, "I don't think accountants would make the best doctors."

Fourth, I am blessed to have a doctor who is also a dear friend. Thank you, dear friend (I'll leave your name out because I don't want to cause you to have to start a new business), for realizing how sick I was and getting me started on an antibiotic!!!

Fifth, when a battle is over and the victor receives his "spoils" it may not always be what he was expecting. I decided I was up to cooking last night and really hadn't been to the store since we got back from our trip. I found two boxes of taco "Hamburger Helper," which Todd thought sounded good. So, I headed out to our deep freeze, which I quite thankfully had filled with a 1/4 of a cow that I had recently purchased with a friend....thinking that in some way I was being a great Proverbs 31 woman preparing my family for the months to come with grain-fed beef at a great price. When I opened the deep-freeze on our back porch, I noticed no ice around the edges and then a fly coming towards me followed by a horrible smell (talk about being dethroned from any sense of motherly pride). Yes, somehow our deep-freeze had either bit the dust or been struck by lightning (I did hear there was a terrible storm while we were gone) and everything in the freezer was ruined. Ugh!!!!! Is it even worth it to try to be organized?!?!?!!?!??! (You know I love you guys by know.....this is me after being sick for several days and discovering my bovine nightmare.)

So, I'm back in my somewhat "normal" mind. I am thankful beyond words. The devil has done a good job of distracting me from the passions of our trip and the upcoming responsibilities with Basket of Hope.

In spite of his efforts, I can honestly say, that once again, God has turned the devil's plans against himself. I have realized how thankful I am to have my friends. I have realized that when I can't, others can.......and do....................what needs to be done in order to make something a success!

I have learned that while beef may come and go, God never leaves or forsakes me.

I am determined to moooooooooove on from this week of "royal flushes."

Yes, Cinderella is feeling better.

And Prince Charming has learned that sometimes Cinderella looks and acts a little less like a princess than he had hoped or dreamed......

That's life in the real world.

It's good. It's bad. And yes, it's sometimes very ugly.

Thanks for praying for me.

Oh, I never received any "report" on the diagnosis......I just know that either the antibiotic worked or I had the worst virus I could have ever imagined possible......if I hear any details, I'll let you know!!

Thank you for accepting me....


Warts and all..............(and I do have one right now!),

I have barely been awake in the past 36 hours.

Our doctor come to the house yesterday to bring some test kits and hopefully we'll know today what is wrong.

I just wanted to let you know that I am still here.

I'll write more when I'm better.

Much love,

One day during their morning chapel service, the children from the blind and disabled home wanted to perform some skits for us.

This picture was taken after the program.

The girl on the far left in the front row and the girl in between me and Olivia are both deaf but were able to perform in a dance routine with a group of girls that was so beautiful. The girl to my immediate left has no feet but did a solo dance routine that was precious. We are all on our knees next to her so that she doesn't feel uncomfortable.

The children who have blonde hair in the photo are actually albino Indian children. The two behind me are brother and sister and were found living on their own several years ago with two younger siblings. The oldest sister would go to the streets after a wheat truck had made a delivery and would scoop up the wheat and dirt on the ground and then take it back to her brothers and sister and wash it so that they had food to eat.

Tonight as I have had an evening of sickness (I think the trip has caught up with my body), I can't help but think of these kids in their dorm rooms and wonder what it is like for them when they are sick. Their caretakers are precious, but their facilities at this point are incredibly lacking in the way of comfort that most of us are blessed to have.

So even as my head is pounding and my stomach is not feeling so well, I feel thankful and undeserving of a home that provides love, security, a soft pillow, and so much more.

When these kids hugged us, you could feel their need for so many more hugs.

My prayer tonight is that each of these kids feels the hugs of angels so tightly that they know without a doubt that God loves them and has a beautiful plan for their lives in spite of their beginnings and their disabilities.

Humbly heading to bed,