This morning in church, a friend of mind for the past 10+ years told me that her grandson is in need of speech therapy. This same friend's daughter, the aunt to this child, spent so many volunteer hours last summer tirelessly painting the first murals in our facility - the ones that brighten the faces of so many children who enter for the first time and need some reassurance that they've come to a friendly place. Oh, the ways that our lives intertwine. Who knew that down the road, this same family would turn around and need the services of The Therapy Place?

And today, I'm going to a baby shower for my cousin's little girl who will be born in a few months. She and her husband already have the knowledge that she will be born with Down Syndrome. What brave parents they are. They have been researching the available resources and have already made up their minds to provide every tool and therapy there is to this little girl while at the same time not giving her any excuses or feeling sorry for her...they told me that...already...how can people be so strong? God knows to whom he gives these precious little children...of course I'm stating the obvious but it's so beautiful to be a witness to His works. I'm so blessed to be a part of The Therapy Place and see these blessings on a daily basis and be able to help these families in whatever small way I'm able. God put me in this wonderful mission and I thank Him every day.

For so long, I had no idea of this world. Problems were of a different nature...so shallow, now seemingly so insignificant. And yet those things that could be seen as heartbreak that I am surrounded by now, these families see as God's gifts. Precious little angels...God's way of opening their eyes, slowing their pace and reminding them of their purpose...to serve Him, to love one another. I'm so grateful to be witness to it all.