These hand prints were on the back door when I got to work yesterday morning. One of the little ones was playing with sidewalk chalk in the parking lot and left these for us on the back door. It filled me with joy as i walked up and saw those little handprints on the door, knowing that kids are here, enjoying the time they spend with our volunteers and playing at the building every day - even in the midst of our horrific hurricane (not a storm) we are continuing to go through. No paychecks since the first of October, things getting really thin, knowing you have all these bills to pay, negativity seems to engulf you - but then you see something like these precious hand prints... Are they the handprints of one of our kids or of God??
