There are days that I question my sanity.  Other days, I question Bill's.

I think I knew from the moment that I received the Lord that this was what God had in store for me. I would stand transfixed as those ads would come on television asking for donations for the starving children of the world. Tears would roll down my face and a sob would work its way out of my throat as I watched the gaunt faces paraded before me. It wasn't just my emotions getting away from me. It was a deep knowing that I had been created for a purpose and that purpose was tied up in the blank stares of suffering children.  Life is crazy because now our home is filled with those little faces and behind the suffering is a lot of anger and rejection. Bellies are easy to fill but wounded hearts are a little more complicated. We lean hard on God and we see miracles, but loving comes with a cost. Our days are filled with activity and refereeing. Now I find myself in the middle of my dreams and there are still days that I question my sanity, but never my calling.