...Mornings start with breakfast, perhaps a nap or a bath as needed by the various ages. Older children attend classes where they learn songs, numbers, the alphabet -- things typical of US daycare classes. Today, I read stories to a couple groups. They loved hearing about monkeys and elephants, familiar animals in this area.
...I enjoyed looking at their bright and shining eyes. But, my heart broke to know that some of their names will show up on the wall at the entrance -- the wall remembering those who have passed through Morning Star halls and have died.
...Children may come to Morning Star for a few years, or maybe just a few days. Along with breakfast and medicines, love is freely dispensed. One baby, found dead in bed, was carried to the home of the director, and respectfully buried with only strangers in attendance.
...As I left class, the children sang for me, "Jesus is coming again. Are you ready?" For those whose future seems bleak, heaven promises eternal joy. I thank God for Joan and Patti and Val and Phil and Alana and Sally and many who understand the need and go where He leads them.
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