The picture quality isn’t the best, but these girls had priceless smiles on their faces.
They live together with a number of other children here in town, are orphaned, and have pretty serious physical disabilities.
I see them every week or two.
I often think about the childhood they are not experiencing, and grieve for them.
Yet they are being watched over from above, have their own bonds with each other, and in their own way, have snapshots of joy.
Do any of us really deserve pure joy?
And am I grateful for those moments when I truly experience it?
I have been inspired this week to begin a journal chronicling my One Thousand Gifts, based on a book written by Ann Voskamp.
I plan to enlist the help of my husband and all my kids to make that list grow quickly, adding to it daily.
I haven’t actually read the book yet, but that doesn’t have to keep me from embarking on this journey towards intentionally expressing more gratitude in my life.
These smiles are on that list.