Out to the kitchen I go to pack my husband's lunch, then the day is over. At church tonight we heard missionaries to Russia and Eastern Europe. They help in church planting and training nationals and with a ministry to homeless children who number in the hundreds of thousands and live underneath the large city of Kiev. Tapping into electrical lines running under the city in crawl spaces, and water lines.....these children live in such poverty and want. It makes you just want to sit there and cry to see these slides and hear some of the stories. More to pray for and help even a little. In the slides, thier faces were so precious as they were photographed at a summer camp, those who could go. You could see the happiness of the day on their faces...it was tangible. Oh that it were permanent. Who would have dreamed that such a thing exists in this cruel world? What a great blessing to be born in our country, and have homes and parents and be able to lavish the necessities of life and the luxuries upon our children. This has so touched my heart tonight....these helpless, precious children. So sad and so needy.

"But whosoever shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depths of the sea." Matthew 18...