How important are your letters??

Here is a story that I really would like to share with you all. Especially those of you who sponsor a child.

When I first read this story, it really impacted me and I decided right then, that I was going to make the effort to write to my child and remind them how very much they are loved.

I feel that everyone should read this story, to get a glimpse of what it is like for those on the other side of our letters.

The Delivery

Caitlin Sanders

On the day the delivery truck comes, the children watch closely, following it, prancing around with glee. Some of the children’s eyes light up, knowing that something good is happening today. They press in close to the truck, even reaching out to touch it as it ambles forward. Other children cling to the edges of the fray. Their eyes are not quite lit up, not with the same blazing fire at least. Their eyes light with embers of their daring to hope, but a little afraid to do so, in fear of being disappointed. All of the children, those with blazing hope, as well as those with glimmering hope, are quick to follow the truck to its destination. They know exactly what the truck is delivering, and the very thought of it makes all of their hearts sing. Read more…

Andrea

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