A hole in my heart

Sitting in class today, wishing I was sitting on a plane on my way to see my babies. It's been a long week, but I can't complain. I'm sure Mama Mongla is washing all of the orphans clothes, waking up early in the morning to cook for staff and children, and I'm sure they have worries for things greater than I. Things such as "where is our next meal going to come from". Every time I get frustrate with situations that happen in my life I constantly have to remind myself that I am blessed beyond measure. I barley have anything to worry about. Cast all your cares on him because he cares for you.