It is the little things that seem to mean more at this time of year. Sentiments of the kids in my room that have needs --far more than I can reach or fix! I sit and wonder at night what they are facing. So many broken homes or broken lives or broken hearts. I sit in my favorite chair--and just wonder. I know the little ones that have recently lost a parent or the ones that have been removed from their custodial parent to live with another. What comfort are they receiving tonight?
When I get home it doesn't take much to find the familiarity of things that mean a little more...
a simple cup of MY coffee in a favorite cup of MY choosing. Just saying a prayer tonight that my little guys will have some peace in their hearts and in their lives!
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