I awoke this morning to a brand New Year and thought to ask the Lord for something relevant to think, to say, to do, to write, to strive for; something profound, something NEW for 2008 to lubricate the ensuing, abrasive tides of the worldly pull. Something to fill the leaking out of the revelry and the warm, glittering glow of the just-passed Christmas season. The reality of frost and snow, the doldrums of a l-o-n-g Wintry season tried to assert itself over my thoughts, even as the strains of the last Christmas carol fades from the scene.

“Give me something, Lord,” I prayed, asking for His thoughts, for something from Holy Spirit to contemplate for a quickly waning anticipation. “What could I write, what could I say for this New Year?”
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I can’t help but think about the ones who are in need. My son, Noah, asked me to share a story of a child who made a difference. Jane Adams was from Cedarville, Illinois. When she was six years old, her father took her on a trip. She saw many poor people. This touched her heart. She told her Father that when she grew up, she would have a huge house in the middle of many poor homes, so she could help these people in need. Chicago, Illinois was also called “a city with a million strangers”. In 1889 Charles Hull, a wealthy business owner fell on hard times. Jane Adams bought her large home and started the Hull-House. She opened the house up to help working women with their children. She also opened her home up to elderly, lonely people who were unable to work. She provided food and shelter for many. She had lots of volunteers eager to lend a helping hand. The Hull House offered classes to help educate the poor. In 1893, the Hull House built the first public playground, so the children would have a place to play. The heart of a child made a difference in Chicago
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