Today I am writing about children because they are after all what I am journaling about. I could give you facts and figures about the number of children that are orphans or the number of children sold into slavery. I could make you weep at the thought that children are running for their lives to avoid being harvested. But I wont tell you about numbers that you can put on a graph because I have held, fed, and loved these children.
Instead I will write about a little girl with faded ribbons in her hair who needs to hear the words “I love you.” I will tell you about the energetic boy who wants a hand to hold or someone to bandage his scraped up knee.
I may be getting old but I still have a lap, two hands and a heart to melt into a child’s. The hardest part is not adopting all of the children who have a piece of my heart.
For now I will put my heart in my luggage with some yellow frisbees.
Hand me another box…