That’s the word that came to my mind when I saw these pictures, taken at a service project last night at our church to assemble meals to send to Haiti (25,000, in fact).

It’s hard to know how much of it Noah grasped—sending meals to little boys like him who are hungry and in need—but the energy of the place, and the spirit of the people serving, had to make its mark, even in some small way.

Like a light that can’t be hidden.

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Prayer Request: Please keep my “Nana,” Bette, in your prayers. She suffered a stroke over the weekend and is currently in the hospital. Our hearts are heavy.