NEWSLETTER
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As I watch him walk a few steps ahead of me, I have to choke back my unexpected tears.
He has been in my care everyday for four years and today was his first day of school. What a journey it has been and to be at this point,
where he can function in a real school, a real classroom, with new faces, in a new place, is incredible. Over the past four years,
we have walked through many dark places that have even caused my heart to feel faint. Some days he held my hand but most days I held his. Somehow, I knew that walking through those valleys, we would find the sun. Healing. Health. Restoration. Transformation.
I prayed that he, in his brokenness, would somehow find the courage to trust me and follow me through the shadows.
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She is just little, her tiny little face is astonishing really. Her narrow brown eyes search my face, skeptical. And for just a moment, her eyes hold mine. I dare not blink, for fear of losing this moment. Carefully, gently, I touch her hand. I can protect you, I whisper. I can love you. And the silence deafens us both. Her fingers gingerly curl around mine.