A Brand New Week
Every morning when I wake, I praise God that I'm still here. When you get as old as I am, every day is a gift. I'm always anxious to see what is in store. This week will be pretty calm (at least that's what I think looking at my calendar). We're sharing our home for a week with a young man who has been staying with my daughter and son-in-law. He's been in the foster care system most of his life--and at 18 those kids are shoved out on the street. We have a foster home near the church and those kids have been attending both Sunday School and church service as well as Awana on Wednesday evenings for several years now. Some of the young men have been fortunate enough to return home. Others have joined the service. This particular youth has no where to go, so my son-in-law, who is the pastor of the church, took him in. He and my daughter have gone on vacation this week, that's why he's with us. Our day will begin by heading over to the church where both hubby and...