Coming to grips with my powerlessness to help Guncie and her family leaves me feeling blocked at every turn. In fact, I am. My hands are tied behind my back with an endless amount of legal tape and government corruption, as we make every possible effort to do something, anything,
that will truly help.
Just what do you do when a baby you, and everyone around you, has grown to adore is borderline dying and you can do nothing about it?
Sweet little one, right after a much needed bath. 
That baby girl is so much loved...
Ms. Kitty... this lady has such a wonderful heart and loves this little one to death.
I believe Guncie's mom has a heart to love her girls, I truly do. But addiction is a monster to deal with on top of just trying to cope with life each day.
I pour my heart out to the Lord for Guncie's mother, begging Him to save her life and the lives of her girls. But discouragement seeps in quickly as I listen to the creshe teachers fill me in on the parts of the day that I don't see.
Just as red tape and government corruption has tied my hands, addiction and strongholds have tied hers. And sometimes I have to squeeze my eyes shut and push on with life because the fact that an 8 month old baby is the size of a preemie breaks my heart.
Just pray with me... Pray for these little ones who have my heart, and their mother who I want more than anything to experience the Lord's redemption.
Pray for Guncie's two-year sister, with a long, beautiful name that I never can remember, and a sweet little smile I saw for the first time this past week. She's such a little fighter, that one. I know God has such wonderful, beautiful plans for her little life. He has kept her strong and safe in His arms for these two years, and I know that will not change. Pray with me. Pray hard.
Guncie's sister.
Sweet little one, hang on tight.
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