Introducing The Selah Journal for Kids
Practice Pause + Praise with your little ones in the happiest little journal on the block
When I was 17, I went on a mission trip to Peru. It wasn’t really your average mission trip. No matching tees, no house building or concrete pouring. No physical labor at all. It was a small group of teenagers, maybe 7 of us, a couple of Young Life leaders, and a missionary who lived in Peru. It was a spring break trip, so we were there only 5 days. We worked in an orphanage in a tiny mountain village about an hour from Lima. The place was tiny. A brick wall built around a few broken buildings. Dirt floors. A concrete slab where the kids could play. Sparse. Dirty. Forgotten. And filled with lost children. No real records of who they were or where they came from. Some dropped there, some found alone and wandering and brought there, some showed up there on their own. They were invisibles. Belonging to no one. But they were God’s
Today they are three, two, and twelve weeks old. They are little. But changing by the minute. And I’m just trying to notice today. How they are. How they look and how they feel in my arms. How they see the world. Today. I want to remember. To see them. Just notice.