The youngest child of the man with a big smile came running across the field toward me. I’m not sure what prompted that run, perhaps a coaxing from his father, but he was quite happy to allow me to scoop him up and spend a bit of time just holding him. Ezekiel and his sister, Hope, would be frequent visitors and will always have a special place in my heart.
|Hello...hello. This phone doesn't seem to be working.|
|Preparing to leave and Ezekiel was not very happy.|
|Ezekiel came running right through a small garden and into my arms.|
|Carrying the baby on the back is practice for Ezekiel to help his wife someday.|