DNGILB: Trust me, I'm a doctor.

As we are trying to start a family, my mind has drifted towards some of the feelings I have when I encounter the little children of my friends and family. I think about how I loathe the prospect of having a house filled with baby toys... the sounds, songs, and mere appearance of these baby toys defeats me... and why must they? Did I have such toys when I was knee high to a knee? Perhaps, but I don't remember most of them. What do I remember? I remember when I was tiny, sitting on the floor with my dad, my feet to his feet, legs making a sort of an arena in which we simply rolled a ball back and forth to one another. For some reason, to my three year old baby brain, this was amazing! I loved it. As I remember, it felt like every evening we did this. And every evening, I loved it.  Some of the other things I loved from my early childhood: flying kites, the kite seemed to reach the clouds! Playing with adult things. You name it... It was exciting to me... Keys. Clothes. Little

We have been reading an old book, but new to us. "The Cross and the Switchblade" by David Wilkerson. It's an amazing book. It starts with God, through the Holy Spirit, calling this rural pastor to do something to help these hurting boys who were on trial in New York City for a heinous crime. So, he goes to New York with NO PLAN… and never gets to talk to these boys… EVER. He even gets thrown out of court and his picture is in the news paper and is humiliated. But God never intended for him to talk to those boys. Those boys were a representation of thousands, nay, tens of thousands of boys and girls hurting and addicted to drugs and living in violence all over the world. The book goes on to chronicle this blind man being led by the spirit. As he yields to the Holy Spirit, miracles keep happening. The end of the story, there are thousands of "Teen Challenge" centers across the world ministering to hopeless kids since 1958. God is freeing people from addictions a