My soup kitchen

There is a love you cannot hide and these two girls certainly don't try

to hide their love for each other and us their family. They keep us moving around here.

They keep us remembering our blessings when they crawl up in our lap and share

themselves with us, with me, their mama.

They run down my halls and I run after them and when I catch them

I'm reminded of God's faithfulness..

I get to raise these little girls.

 To love the Lord.

To love their father.

To love each other.  

With Gods Grace I will not forget my mission. 

Who Am I?

I'm totally not the perfect mother.

I'm unfit for such a job.

I'm unqualified.

I'm undeserving,

yet here I am.

 I'm in the middle of a huge mission field.

I'm watching my door open and close a thousand times a day.

Someone always needy.

Someone always needing water and to be fed.

Someone needing patched up.

Some days I feel like I run a soup kitchen.

The faces happy, sad, lonely coming to my table.

I speaks words to each of them and wonder if I truly

ever make a difference.

I keep going, I keep feeding, and I keep my door

always open because I never know when I just might

be entertaining angels.:)

My life has settled in to a deep realization that my mission field calls out to me every single

day. It begs to be heard and it begs to be answered.

I answer my calling better some days than others.

but today I answer loud,

"Here I am" come sit a spell and let me adore you for the beautiful

gift that you are.