I’m in the nana stage. And I love all it entails—hugs, kisses, messes, playtimes, sleepovers, exhaustion, and joy. I understand how fleeting childhood is and how quickly little ones grow up. God is using this life season to allow me to sprinkle patience, wisdom, experience, and much love into the lives of my grandbabies.
I adore children of all ages. My heart breaks and I am filled with compassion when I consider the terrible news one hears about things that happen to children. I am called to pray and plead for the babies, toddlers, preschoolers, and children who face unthinkable challenges like hunger, homelessness, loss of parents, abuse, neglect, and poverty. These little ones are my neighbors. I must help and love them.
The Lord blesses me with a compassion that causes my heart to ache. I must allow that compassion to lead me to find ways to put hands, feet, and heart to work to help the little ones. Compassion needs to spur me to do something to love and help children, no matter how small.
Angie Quantrell is a happy neighbor in a growing, active group that loves to attack missions projects with great gusto.