good words

God (through Paul):  As dearly loved children, live a life of love...

Gandhi:  "Be the change you wish to see in the world."

Mother Teresa: "The biggest disease today is....the feeling of being unwanted, uncared for, deserted by everyone. The greatest evil is the lack of love and charity, the terrible indifference towards those who are victims of exploitation, corruption, poverty & disease. Love has to be built on sacrifice. We have to give until it hurts."

Anonymous: "Sometimes I'd like to ask God why He allows poverty, famine, and injustice in the world when He could do something about it, but I'm afraid God would ask me the same question."

Natnael: (A letter from anEthiopian boy, after being matched with family, to Sue, the adoption worker).  Dear ***, Thank you for finding me a family.  You are doing a work that God loves.  May God bless you.  Keep working for my friends.  Your friend, Natnael.
http://6downand2-2go.blogspot.com/2011/07/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html?showComment=1311387869060#c5240516574181311857

A Birth Mother:   I believe there is only love in adoption.  Only love. Even if the birth mother can't say it or even see it; there is only love. Even if she can't understand it; giving the child a life is only love.   But I know my story isn't the only one that gets told this way...
[After his birth]  He was quite surely the most perfect thing I had ever seen in my entire life. I loved him with a bursting love. It took less than a moment to know that I wanted every single best thing in the world for him. That I wanted him to be safe, and loved, and happy, and blessed, and to know joy all the days of his life. It took less than a moment to know in the depths of my heart, and in every part of my being that I would give up my life for his to keep going. I wanted to give him every good thing. And I knew I was giving him the first good thing, and the best thing I could. A mom and a dad. A mom and a dad who were ready for him, ready to love him, ready to teach him. Ready to be parents, and not just kids themselves.  He was mine. And he was theirs. And there's no other way to say that or to elaborate that....
http://raisingbluebirds.blogspot.com/2014/01/i-am-birth-mother.html