missionary from home
With five kids of my own to care for beneath my roof right now, I can’t hop a plane and go feed starving children.
I can’t sign up for every mission trip that looks enticing and get my hands dirty in the red dirt of Uganda.
But I can send thirty dollars each month to three children in the Dominican Republic.
I can write letters that breed hope and pray for three children like they are my own.
I can join Jesus as He loves the least of these.
