For as long as I can remember, I've had my heart set on doing some sort of mission work. (my favorite bumper sticker of all time is STILL: "Jesus is coming. Look busy.") As I grew older and retirement loomed ever closer, Hank and I undertook serious discussions on what this would mean. I envisioned the Peace Corps somewhere in Africa, or maybe even Habitat for Humanity. Hank stood firm that there was plenty of work to do here at home, and sold me on the idea of staying "local." We learned about Family Teachers, and the great need for married couples to fill this role in children's homes across the country. One such home, The Thornwell Home for Children, immediately caught our attention and we came down in August for an interview. It's hard to describe the sense of peace we felt as we pulled on to the campus, remarking on all that beautiful and solid stone used in the buildings and cottages. The history of this place is indeed remarkable (a subject for another post), but suffice it to say we never doubted our prayers had been answered. We learned that we would eventually open the thirteenth cottage at Thornwell, the stately Georgia-Beatie House (pictured above), and have worked diligently cleaning and organizing as we wait for the day when we get our boys.
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