But Petzl went walkabout and I've been searching for him ever since. Then I forgot to charge my spare torch yesterday and after 5 seconds of dim glow at 10.30ish life went dark. I'd last seen Petzl when he was clinging to my head 3 nights ago, but as he was clinging I drifted off. The little chap obviously took his chance, sprung off my head and hid between pillow and tent! But his prank's over, he's back and we're all happy. I love my Petzl, however little and insignificant he may seem to you!
The children at the orphanage love their little things too. I told you they keep them in shared boxes round their room - and every little thing is precious to them. Giriga even kept a strand of my daughter's hair she found in a brush I'd taken over for her - it was something that formed a bridge between their lives.
So I'm aiming to be thankful for the little things today, and especially thankful for the little ones my Lent in a Tent is all about.
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