Mike and Dottie truly see themselves as the parents of the 2900 children that have come through their home. They told countless stories of individual boys and girls.
The stories of abuse were unfathomable.
Yet the stories of hope were equally unfathomable.
Only the cleansing power of Jesus' blood could erase the memories of pain and suffering these kids have faced.
Only the loving care of a Heavenly Father could heal the wounds caused by evil men.
There are scars from the torture, but there are smiles upon their faces.
Only Jesus, y'all. Only Jesus.
Not only are these kids being freed from the chains of their past, but they are embracing a future filled with hope. They are going to college. They are getting married and having families. They are lawyers and doctors and evangelists and teachers.
They are whole.
I was so convicted of how small I am.
I am ashamed that I complain of my fear of flying when these kids have experienced daily fear beyond anything that I will ever understand.
I was really put in my place.
This trip is not about me. It is not about The Carney's. It is not even about the kids.
It is about God.
The God that has protected and rescued and healed 2900 children can certainly take care of my family for a week.
As new fears were beginning to creep into my mind, new hope was also being planted.