Driving the children home after church was a treat.  that little girl, along with her little friend, sang songs in both Thai and English that they had learned in church, at the top of their lungs. Im sure God was smiling at that moment=)

Sometimes I just close my eyes during worship time at church  and listen to the children’s voices fill the air. Some are off key and straight from the heart. Others are loud and joyful. These children praise God with purity. We really have a special church.

I don’t have words to describe them. Our precious girls. They don’t have much but they  give abundantly.   A little unexpected note with the words “I love you”, a small bouquet of flowers, a package of chips, a whispered “I love you” are all moments so precious that its hard to put them into words. These moments are not rare. They come so often that I’m afraid they will lose value. No, I have to cherish them