Last week, Pastor J and I opened our hearts to emergency foster care for two kiddos, 4 and 2 years old. This was also the same day that our 17 year old was being sent b ack to military school for three more weeks until graduation....so chaos was raining down. The kiddos came in with stories that only they can tell but suffice it to say they needed to be loved from the moment they walked through our door. Little Princess wasn't much for conversation. She babbled to herself but cursed fluently. Little Man Short Stuff was less verbal and used hitting and kicking as a way of getting his point across. I got a left hook twice in the ear before I wisened up. Before long, their hearts were softening and they were beginning to relax into the only thing we knew to give...love. Flash forward,..McDonalds. Every kid recognizes the golden arches and as we drove into the parking lot, the kiddos were applauding and cheering. They quickly ate and scrambled down, wanting to go into the p...