We get the letter in the mail. Our first from Josua, our son born of Compassion.
I gather the little ones around the table and we read. He’s drawn us a picture.
They get out their markers and draw a picture in return. On it he writes this:
And so we do. We hold hands around the kitchen table and pray for a boy and his family far away.
A boy we’ve never met.
Asking a God who hears and trusting Him to answer.
