After 2 Weeks

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write. 9 out of 11 of us are sick. It was worse last week. We have Strep throat, colds, ear infections and 2 serious skin infections. I, who am usually anti drug and giving 3 of my children antibiotics 3 times a day. I try to keep hope alive in my mind but at the same time I feel that I am always on the verge of a desperate crying moment. Once I put my face in my hands and gave into a good cry. I said to Leon, "I need someone to come help me, and there is no one!". God clearly spoke to my mind. I lifted my head with a new hope and said, "God said, He is my help". This impression has stayed with me and proved to be so true. God is my help.

Besides the amiable qualities previously mentioned, the new children have given me plenty of opportunities to communicate, "I love you right now, when you are wretched. You are my child now and forever".

It was suggested to me that if you have something you want to do and you have to travel to Liberia to do it, then don't. I'm so glad that God did not follow this principle. He traveled farther, stayed longer and suffered more than Leon and I did. All in order to adopt wretches and make them his children.
Do we Christians sometimes forget that we are not biological children of God? We don't deserve to be co-heirs with Jesus. And yet, we have been made so.