Even The Mosquito Have Given Up in the Heat , They Have fled the field . However , They Have Been replaced by the bad flies.
And they Can They certainly bite . Gosh & % # !
In my study , it is a bit cooler , Slava bogo .
A knock on the door , who is it ?
It is Kolja, asking if he can borrow my little guitar , a mandolin . ” I want to play a little bit, ” he says .
You Can Take this little ukulele , I say . Ina happy mood , he goes off to his room , with the fine instrument.
It Has a beautiful blueberry blue pouch . After an hour , he Returned with the ukulele , in his beautiful blueberry blue pouch .
“Spasiba ( thanks ) Boaz , he says “, when he hands over it , and a smile spreads across his face . “Bye “,he says , and walk away proud and happy, that he was ‘entrusted to take the ukulele to his room . The Ukelele was probably not the most important .
The most important thing was that he was given the trust, and that i belevied in him. He felt accepted.
Seeing this boy, Kolja, who came to us several years ago. Afraid , Never Experienced love , Been Left Alone for long periods , , , ,
For What He Is Today is a miracle . For me it is a great mercy , to be part of all this .
With much Gratitude To The Heavenly Father for His faithfulness ! Amen !