See where it all started.
After the morning at Mother T’s, we headed back to Freeset to work a little with the girls. A small boy had just come, needing some assistance w a wound over his right eye. I’m not sure what caused it, but it looked like someone may had taken a swipe at him. One of the Freeset directors took his bandage off and cleaned the wound, but the poor dear-maybe five years old-was just hurting so badly. Everytime she turned to get some neosporin, gauze, or tape, he clutched his chest and breathed deeply, trying so hard to be brave. I held his hand and prayed it would feel better quickly, but he was terrified. After the wound was bandaged and checked out for anything else, he was able to find his legs and hop on out.
While holding his hand, I wondered about where his mother was, if he had a mother, if she was one I passed that stood “in line” the other night. I prayed he would come to know the Father that loves him so much and would heal all his wounds.