CALLED
“When you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.” John 21:18
I smiled in spite of my exhaustion as the chubby toddler tickled my belly. My back ached, and my ankles were so swollen my shoes didn’t fit anymore. It was a miracle I could even walk.
“Baby! Baby! Wake up, Baby!” the almost three-year-old sang and blew a kiss on my abdomen. Since there was no longer any room for sitting on my lap, the girl from Mrs. Cho’s South-Korean orphanage cuddled next to me on the couch.
“Auntie Chung-Cha?” asked her twin, pulling my arm. She was the more vocal of the two sisters, and much more serious as well. “When can I hold your baby?”
“Not yet.” I stroked her jet black hair. It was just long enough for me to tie up
