Sometimes when the sky is overcast, the air is wet, birds are chirping, and dogs are barking, I close my eyes and remember. I remember a place where I first experienced God in a way very few get to. I remember gently kissing the tiny face of an orphaned baby named Noah. I remember singing songs to God under the dark sky with Christians willing to risk their lives to serve Christ. There are no words to describe that night. I remember the long walks to the foster home along the river. The peace, the joy, the love. It was a place overflowing with all of God's goodness. It was my happy place.
China really is where the heart is.
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