It all started so tiny, almost as a whisper. We were driving in the car, watching the trees fly by and my daughter said,”Mama, I want to do something to help the orphans too.”

We were heading to Mexico in December to serve in an orphanage and had been talking about what it would be like. She thought for a few minutes and said, “Mama, I want them to have fun…how about if I make them paper airplanes and have a big party?” Then, a few minutes later, “But, Mama, they need food and medicine and Bibles too…”