Hard to Love
As I was eating my breakfast this morning, I reflected on three words. Hard to love.
When I walked to Victory Home for the first time, all of my teammates had already been paired with children and I heard stories about their adoration for these beautiful children. When I told our contact I wasn’t paired with a child, she was surprised. She looked in the other room and said “I need someone with extreme patience. Are you up for it?”
I came to India to serve. In any way possible. So I said, “yes”.
When I walked up to the room, I...