We just got back from a trip to the market and to a coffee shop which was such a wonderful little place. On the way there, we saw a little child about Caleb's age sitting on the side of the road. People were passing him and not looking at him- as though he didn't exist. Shay, who had passed earlier this morning to go to the bank, said he was there earlier. On the way back from the market he was still there. Forgotten, alone, probably hungry and scared. And God shook me to my core. I could barely make it back to my room Before crying and falling on my knees. He shook me and reminded me of my purpose. To not forget: to pray for these children who don't have a mother to pray for them. HE has not forgotten this child. This ride was not just to go to the market; it was to show us the faces of a people who need him, who are going about there day with no idea of what it's like to know him, a people who have become so used to seeing children on side of the road that they walk p...