How beautiful.
Que bonita.
Wow!
Lately when I see these faces of these precious and BEAUTIFUL ones I cry. For many reason. I cry because I am not with them anymore, they have to live in the albergue, they may or may not have families, but mostly I cry because God, our God, made them. He made them each in a very special way and loves them with everything He has. He made them in His own image and made them beautiful!
Mark 10:16
And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them.
Psalm 68:5
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.
(many photos thanks to John Foster)
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