I am wishing I had time to write. Although we do a lot of walking, I am not physically exhausted. At the end of our very full days I am mentally exhausted, falling into bed as soon as we get into our hotel room. Thinking in English, but trying to follow the Russian being spoken around me all day is part of it, but being here and taking in the sights, the people, the situation is leaving my brain at full capacity. Every face has a story.
I think the best thing I can do for now, while I take in all that I can and until I can get to a place of being able to write out what is in my mind and heart, I will leave you with something to read. About five years ago, God began showing me His heart for the orphan, but the deeper I got in, the more He began to show me more than I cared to know about what can happen to those orphans who “age out.” Many times I was overwhelmed and felt helpless to do anything about it as He unleashed, not just a water hose of information, but fire hose.
I’ll never forget the day I read this post. It was the beginning of a turning point for me.
