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I'm trying to get work done for my dad while the baby is sleeping and the house is quiet, but my mind is racing and I thought maybe if I took a break to journal it would help me concentrate on the tasks that need to be accomplished this afternoon...

Trey's class is doing a play for the rest of the school that is set in the rain forests of Liberia. As they have been studying their lines and rehearsing they have also been learning about Africa. Today I met his class on the middle path in town because they were having a lemonade stand and bake sale to buy mosquito nets for children in Africa These nets help protect children from Malaria. Trey has been so excited all week about this fundraiser. I sat today, sun shining on my baby girl in her sundress, watching Trey march up and down the middle path with a sign yelling, "Save the children in Africa." I fought back tears and I wanted to stand up and yell with him, "We tried so hard to save just one." Instead I gave him money for the cash box.

The grieving process is sneaky...you can think you are fine, that you've processed and prayed and your heart is at peace. But, then it nails you all over again. Then your hearts just aches, as much as it did back when you first started the whole process of letting go.

I emailed a contact regarding Nator yesterday. She was the last person to try and push our case through and probably worked harder for us in one week than anyone else had in the two previous years. She is no longer in Liberia but shared with me what she knew of Nator's situation. She said that Nator's nanny was raising her as her daughter. Her name is Angeline. So now, we will pray each night not just for our Nator, but also for her mom, Angeline.