It's not my self-absorbed ramblings
or rehashing our amazing once-in-a-lifetime trip
or the fabulous folks we're traveling with
or how I'm so hot that I have rashes in place no rashes should be
or that I've eating some pretty strange unidentifiable foods recently
It's to see the children. So let's just cut to the chance and show you some of their perfectly made wonderfulness. I'm really really tired so this is gonna work out well for both of us.
But first I have a favor to ask...
Could you help me do something I've been doing pretty much non-stop since I got here? Could you pick one out, and say a little prayer specifically for that child? Maybe it's randomly the 14th one from the top. Or the first one wearing something orange. Or maybe one just seems to look into your eyes and says pick me please. You may not know if it's a boy or a girl, or what challenge he may be facing, how old she is or what brought him to St An's... but these little ones (and some not so little anymore) could use it.
They are divine.
They are perfectly made.
They are beloved treasures.
They have hope and promise.