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It is 6 o'clock in the morning. From my bedroom on the third floor I can hear the children stirring, making ready to begin their day. They make their beds, clean the bathrooms, bedrooms and lower floors of the home, helping each other as they go along. Breakfast is at 7 and at 8 some go to school, some go to the city for specialty appointments and the remainder are cared for by the day teacher who usually arrives at 8. The mornings are organized chaos and most of the time are more chaos than organized. Trying to herd 50 infants and children into a day's plan is daunting and fraught with mishap but somehow it all seems to come together, more or less. Thereafter the day is filled with phone calls, people calling at the door and occasionally an infant or child whose condition deteriorates and who needs to be taken into the city, an hour's drive away, for specialized or emergency care. On some days I may have to go into the city to buy medications, retrieve donations or resolve a legal matter or I may need to remain in the home to take care of pressing administrative work that has been put off for too long. Then there are the discipline problems which are proper to children. However, since our children come from families mired in abject poverty and the majority do not know who their fathers are, these problems are magnified. I am constantly faced with the worry that perhaps I have been too hard in applying discipline to a particular child or too soft.
In the maelstrom of the day it is easy to become discouraged, to feel inadequate to the task, to feel alone. But usually, when I am feeling at my lowest, something happens that puts everything into focus, that clarifies and enlightens, something that helps prop me up and push me forward. It could be the smile of one of our sick, recovering infants, a parent bringing fruit, eggs or even live chickens in gratitude for their child's care or a new child who needs our help. Suddenly everything is clear: this is what it is all about. In the smile, in the parent's gratitude, in the new child, one finds God. Mike Yaconelli
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