A Face on the Border...
Two weeks ago today, I found myself face to face with a little girl who would capture my heart in a matter of moments. Her name was Kimberly Naomi and I haven't been able to forget her. We were day 8 of our mission trip to Honduras when our paths crossed at the children's orphanage. It was my 10th time in Honduras, so going to the orphanages had not only become familiar to me, but visiting them was something I looked forward to. This visit to the orphanage was different though. I now was the mother of a child adopted from a place very similar to the one I found myself standing in. As I watched my teens ventured into this institutional like setting, one that housed children from all different walks of life, one that had a room full of special needs children, one that had children over the age of 12 who were confined to beds, one that was filled with children who had been abused, neglected and abandoned, I was struck by the beauty that unfolded as they embraced the babie