Recently, I had to go and pick up a child who needed to come to Blessing House because her mom had made some decisions that left her unable to care for her daughter.  It was very difficult for this child who sat in the back seat as I, this strange lady who she had never met before, drove her away.

It was dark out and she should have been tucked in her bed at home.  I tried to describe where she was going and told her it was a yellow house.  She started to calm down a little bit and then began asking me questions.  I wondered how much she really understood.

She didn’t stay with us long.  But the fear that I saw in her eyes and heard in her voice will stay with me for a long time.  I don’t know what she will remember about this night, but I do know it will be very hard for her to forget.

I know I won’t.