Brothers. Walking hand in hand. Dusty trails of Kenya, Africa.
Mommy. Sitting now in the US. Piles of photos, memories, years on the mission field. I'm five years behind on albums. Capturing their childhood worth every moment as I choose, edit, and save our memories in leather bound.
Slipping this one into the page, tears trickled down. Tears of joy for all that I have walked through, intense difficult times like this in Kenya, and never alone. A precious reminder for me today that I always have someone holding my hand. I never walk alone.
Close your eyes and listen with me today.
I can feel His hand in mine, that's all I need to know.