Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Let me look at your face . . .

A dear friend and I were chatting one day. Her teenage son strolled by and offered a "teenager-ish" comment. "When my mom wakes me up every morning," he informed me, "she puts her hands on my cheeks and says 'Let me look at your face.' I hate that! I'll be glad when I move out and she can't do it anymore."

I know exactly why Ryan's mother wanted to look at his face. She loves him.

God surprised us this Monday morning when The Refugee Sewing Society grew from a membership of 12 to 32! Here are some of their faces. Each woman has her own story of heartbreak, suffering, survival, and hope. Please look at them . . . and love them.
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1 comment:

Among Worlds said...

Cathy - are you going to be able to accommadate that many in that small space? How did they hear about your center, and oh so many other questions!

January 30, 2009 at 12:23 AM

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