România

Romanian children.
Why can't I stop thinking about them?

I see their faces in my mind.

Shining faces and dirty faces.
Faces wearing tears and faces wearing grins.

Faces of orphans.
Faces of gypsies. 

They are all beautiful.

Sadly, these faces have been merely collected from photographs on the internet.

Sigh.

But... one day...
One day, I shall be able to put names to these faces.
One day, I shall greet these children and hug them.
I will laugh with them.
I will listen to them.
I will dry their tears.
[And probably cry more than a few of my own.]
I will read to them.
I will sing to them.
I will play games with them.
I will share Christ with them.

I will love them.

Romanian children.
Why can't I stop thinking about them?