I love you, O Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in
whom I take refuge. He is my shield and
the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
(Psalm 18:1-2)
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“It’s here!” she hears
from across the room. “Come quick! Let’s open it and see what’s inside!” The postman has just delivered a small brown
package, the one they have all been anticipating for the past few weeks. The other adults in the room are willingly
interrupted from their duties, and come over to get a peek at the contents of
the package. The older children nearby
pause briefly from their activities, sensing the excitement in the air. One little girl, who has been playing
quietly, tries to see past the children who are crowding around, curious about
this change in the daily routine. She has
no idea that with the arrival of that package, her life is about to be forever
changed.
