“Bring me home a slippery rock from Slippery Rock”

There were games to be played, songs to be song, faces to be painted, beads to be strung and crafts to be … well, crafted.

There were meals to be prepared, dishes to be washed, floors to be swept, and squatty-potties to be scrubbed.

There were mattresses to be purchased, rock walls to be built, and piles of dirt to be levelled.

Amazing memories.

But it’s the stories shared that will stay with me long after those memories fade.

Stories shared by the husband and wife team who run this children’s home; their stories, the children’s stories.

Stories of trials, perseverance, opportunity, hard work, and dreams.

Stories of faith, and stories of Gods faithfulness.

Their stories have inspired and challenged me.

They are now woven into the fabric of who I am.