One moment I look here, the next moment he jumps over there. This boys jumps around like a bouncy rubber ball....hard to catch. We brougt him home to the Father's House because he was litarally lost in the streets. Every day he would come hungry like a bear to our Drop In Center THE ROCK. His tiny body was covered with open wounds from scratching his scabies tormented skin (I mentioned him in my previous blog entry in german). As small as he was he appeared confident and independant. He had to be. When he smiled he looked like the wrinkled face of a shar pei dog. Cute kid.
Today he lives with us and tries hard to learn the rules of a family life. When I look at him now, I see a happy six year old boy who loves to play and who enjoys any attention he can get. He found his childhood again. What a gift. What a priveledge to be the witness of this often repeating miracle.
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