I went for a walk the other morning to Wolanda's house (a little girl, three years old, who was burned badly). She was in a clinic in our village for nine weeks. As I got close to her house, she saw me and started laughing and jumping up and down. She ran to me, took my hand, and hugged me. She couldn't wait to sit her naked body on my lap. As tears came to my eyes, God reminded me in such a precious way that He loves all the children of the world: red and yellow black and white, they are precious in His sight. He also reminded me that when we help and show love to one of these precious ones, we are helping HIM BY BEING HIS HANDS AND FEET.
-Carolyn
