More than Pictures

It's been a while since I've posted a blog. Yesterday, I was overwhelmed with memories of the kids who I met in Moscow. Their faces, bright and excited and eager, came flashing into my mind. The memory was so vivid that my eyes filled with tears.

It's interesting how it seems to work with us. It's rather hard to really see the need unless you are actually there and see if for yourself, unless you experience it. We see pictures, videos, hear stories, read blogs, and just like we do in the movies--we let it affect us for the moment. Our heartstrings are tugged on. We might even shed a tear. But when we exit the "theater" we come back to "reality." That is, we come back to our own reality, our own world, where there are no starving, homeless, and rejected children. We come back to our world filled with all of our own needs and everyday concerns. We forget.

But I cannot forget. Because I stood there and let the dirty little hands of a small girl named Alona take my hand in hers and kiss it. Then she took my hand and touched it to her head. Then she did it again.
How can I forget her?
I cannot forget.

What do you see when you see these pictures? Are they just pictures? They are not to me. They're much more.

There is so much need in the world. I know. But for some reason, God has put a particular need on my heart. Will you join me in bringing them God's love? Will you join me in action? Will you join me in bringing God's kingdom to these little ones?

God gave me this heart, but His design is one of community. I don't think I'm meant to work alone. Please see more than pictures, see priceless souls whom God loves.