The morning at the Children’s Home was HOT, and as it approached the heat of noon, it seemed like torture to ask them, “Do you want water? Yes or No — Look at the ‘yes’ hand if you want water.”
I prayed for relief from the heat–a cooling breeze, or rain–relief for the children. I’m an able-bodied adult capable of independently seeking relief. Hours later, it started to thunder and as the boys and I hustled to get the laundry off the line, one asked, “What happens to the children when they become adults?”
The notion that the needs of the children were too great to make a difference ensconced my soul, there was no benefactor to provide one-on-one assistance. Then my prayer was answered: the rain poured down–like tears from heaven, more abundant than my own.