Day 15

He grabbed my sign and started running backwards in his socky feet - his shoes having been stripped in the park and left behind with his brothers and sisters.
He was giggling uncontrollably as he slipped from shadows to sunshine and back again.
And as we vigil outside that clinic that brings only death - i can't help but be struck by the beauty the gift of his life has brought...
Each life - wanted, or unwanted, healthy or ill, planned or unplanned - each life comes from God - created in His image for His purposes.
A gift.