They lined both sides of the long drive as our bus pulled into the Children’s Home in Kitengela, Kenya.
They held up signs that they had prepared for our arrival. Each one with the name of one of the missionaries that occupied the bus.
After all the praying and preparations, the months that turned into years, being able to finally lay hold of these precious children caused the overwhelming fountain of tears to flow down the faces of the ones who had traveled the long distance to see them.
The greeting was like none I have ever seen before. Gifts from these who have nothing were prepared and presented to us as we found the child with our name.
Peter was the one who held my name with his hands. A ten year old orphan who lost his mother at the age of five from AIDS.
Peter was found living among other street boys in the garbage site scavenging for his food.
But here, tucked safely within the confines of Jesus. Hobbs House of Hope, Peter is just a little boy . . . one that has food, clothing, shelter and attends school everyday.
His days are not filled with wondering how he will fill his tummy or where he will sleep anymore.
The sweet spirit of one who has lost so much and has known so much pain, lovingly clings to the open arms of the American missionaries.
Peter’s playful personality has not been defeated or overcome.
His face always maintains a smile that blesses the heart of the one that looks upon him
And didn’t we come to bless them?
Didn’t we come to minister to them?
And still . . . just over a year later, my heart bursts with joy and tenderness at the thought of him.
I continue to be blessed each time I look upon the gifts that was so graciously bestowed upon me.
Each time my eyes rest on the photos of the sweet face of Peter my heart is full.
I will make you a great nation; I will bless you and make your name great; And you shall be a blessing. Genesis 12:2
The Portion of my Inheritance 
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Yes Anne!!