There’s one family I lost track of that I think about often. The little boy- he couldn’t have been more then 18 months- was coloring with markers and was unusually precise, so deliberate with each color choice and use. When I saw his mother later I told her that she had a budding artist on her hands! She was stunned- it turns out she has a degree in art from Moore. She’d been so overwhelmed with their living situation and with her older child, who is on the autism spectrum… I really believe sometimes God uses us as vehicles, because how could I have known this? How could I have known how much this one small comment would mean to her?