
sometimes i forget that Baby J is not mine.
i catch myself falling in love with him every time i hold him.
i love him and hug him and squeeze him.
then i get mad at myself for falling in love with him all over again.
it is in times like these, i ask god for less of me and more of him in this mission field he has called us to...foster care.
it is in times like these, i ask god for less of me and more of him in this mission field he has called us to...foster care.
Baby J. i can't wait to love you forever.




