Child-Like Joy

This morning I woke up and thought it was Christmas day. My nose, the only flesh peaking out from under the down comforter, was frozen. I looked out the window and it was dark and wet. I then slowly realized that I was in England, with Adriel and it is nowhere close to Christmas. I am not sure what I was thinking or hoping for. I don't know what I was dreaming about. Perhaps I was hoping that I was waking to a new Christmas morn where the fresh images in my mind of hungry, sick, poor friends was being washed away by a fresh blanket of fluffy snow.
Again, in my search for reality I had to remind myself that, though far away now, those images are reality. Those that I worked along side and became friends with are still there. That is their reality- they are still fighting, longing to sit where I sit right now.

I must keep praying.

I must obtain that child-like faith that God is working and answering prayers- even when I don't know how things are going.

I felt like a child this morning.

If only my faith was as strong as the excitement I felt this morning when I thought I was at my aunt and uncles house on Christmas morning.

As I keep praying, I will keep moving forward. I will look for that Christmas morning, child-like joy like I felt this morning.

I think I will have another glimpse of it on Friday at about 635pm.