A Child's Impact

I've found myself thinking alot the last few days of my Kenya babies. As Mike and I consider places for our honeymoon, I can't help but think of going back to Kenya to spend a week with the babies and helping out around the center. Financially, I know that this won't happen. But I can't help but think about how great it would be to see all of those darlings again. They just make my heart and soul happy.

Jolinda told me a couple weeks ago that my favorite little Luke is in the beginning process of being adopted. I had such mixed emotions when she told me! I was happy, because this means he'll have a stable life ahead of him filled with family, shelter, and love. But I couldn't help but be a little sad knowing that I wouldn't be seeing him again. This is the chance and risk you take when you go on short term missions trips and work with children. You risk getting attached to a child only to never see them again. I knew that risk. But my heart is telling me otherwise.

It's amazing how a child who can't even talk yet can have such a big impact on a person, and he'll probably never even know it. I pray for his future, and the rest of the baby's futures. I pray for the hearts of the ones who are preparing for another Kenya trip. I pray that one day maybe I'll have the impact on someone that Little Luke had on me. I pray that one day, I'll have a son that will have the light of Jesus in his eyes, just like Luke.