A rough road

I have kissed two little boys more today than they have probably been kissed in their life.

But the hurt these boys have can't be healed with kisses.

At nine and seven, you should not have hurts that can't be kissed away.

I have rocked two boys today whose feet drug the ground as we went back and forth.

I sang words over each of them that I wondered if I even believed as they came out of my mouth.

I cried with them.

I thanked God for my little dark brown boy who didn't hurt this way when he came to us.

I thought of a girl still in West Africa...does she cry tears for me?

I wanted to run up and down my street telling people that there are hurting children and we need more people to help.

But along with the pain today was the unashamed, uncontainable laughter as children were in a swing for the first time feeling their stomach drop as the swing went back and forth!

We did have some great times today....and this is why we press on through the pain and travel the rough road! There is a pot of gold at the end....and little nuggets of treasures beyond wealth along the way!