This morning the five youngest kids and I had oatmeal for breakfast, like we do every weekday.
I wonder what my daughter in West Africa had for breakfast, and was it enough?
Later I was rolling around on the floor with Leif, listening to his giggles. Alexander recently taught him the joy of rough housing, and he loves a good romp.
I wonder if anyone tickles my daughter in West Africa while she waits for Jamie and I to get her?
Tonight Jamie will help the kids brush their teeth and tuck them into bed with a prayer and a kiss.
When will we have the money to bring her home?
We need help.
Please pray for my daughter in West Africa, as she wonders what is beyond her orphanage walls.