My arms are aching to hold kiddos who are aching to be held.
My mind is filled with images of children's faces -- all those little eyes brimming with curiosity, caution and a maybe the slightest glimmer of hope.
My heart is broken for them. I ache because I possess the Hope and the Love they don't even know exists. How I long to bring Him to them.
Lord, here am I. Send me. Please, open Your arms wide to them by opening my arms wide to them.
Given to You. Given for the kingdom.
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