There are some nursing homes that can accept special needs kids. This is one of them. This morning there were several in the service. When I see them it takes me back to the days when I used to go to nursing homes with my dad. Back then these special needs people were in county homes. I don't think county homes exist any more. Anyway, I like working with these kids. When we make eye contact, we smile at each other. I know they remember me. Throughout the service I put my hands on them and believe God that His healing power continues to do a mighty work in there lives. One gal held on to my hand and wouldn't let go. There are not many who recognize them. But, they are precious in His sight.
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