It's my son Travis' voice on the phone. Travis is 18. His sister, Kate, is 16. They are both working relief in Carrefour. I am excited to get to talk to him. At least until we will inevitably get cut off.
"Hey Mooky! How's it going?" I ask.
"Oh, mom..." He sounds exhausted. "I've seen more death and suffering than I'll ever see in my life...but, I don't want to come home. Nobody does."
Click.
"Mooky?"
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A mother's prayers are powerful. I have tears in my eyes as I too have a Mooky (been calling Benjamin that since he was born)
ReplyDeleteLast night, I shared the story of the young lady with our entire AWANA group- all little Sparks for Jesus. They were stunned to silence and we talked of kindness and compassion. Little ones stood up to pray for Bryan and the group. I wish you all could have heard it.
oh wow! that is wonderful!!
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