Seems lately, my heart sooo often leads my mind back to Addis Ababa.
And "my boys" who wait.
Okay, so they're not my boys, but right now no one claims them as their own,
so I will.
I will pray for them as my own and I will miss them and...
love them as my own.
My heartaches but I find hope for these boys because I know
God is holding them dearly.