There is an orphanage somewhere out there, just waiting for me. I imagine the walls are a bare concrete with chipping paint, and the rooms are wide open and lined with cribs and toddler beds where the babes sleep, waiting for some one to come take them home. Waiting for a face that they can call mamma. I see there sweet eyes and feel their fingers wrap around the strings of my heart, waiting, just waiting for me to come to them. And one day I will. I know that I will. From the depths of my soul I have always known, always understood that one day I would leave this comfy and cozy easy life that I call mine and trade it for a life of limited food and medical supplies, unclean water and the cries of a lonely babe, if only for a visit. But my heart tells me that it will be more than that, more than just the well spent days of a vacation-turned-missions-trip. Because my heart knows that once I get there, it wont just be a place I visit, it will be my other home. It will be the place where I leave a part of me and will long to return to.
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