Dear Mr. President...

Sir, I write to you today because my heart simply cannot stay silent.  I ache for the children who have crawled across our borders in search of freedom.  Humbly, this is the cry of my heart.

Give me, this suburban wife and mother, your tired, exhausted and ailing, your poor, helpless, but hopeful,

Your huddled masses, scattered in unknown, scary, over-flowing buildings, yearning to be breathe free, play free, learn free, thrive free,

The wretched refuse, but not unseen by our Creator nor those who love Him and the precious, miraculous, adored children, of your teeming, abundant, blessed and beautiful shore.

Send these, the brave, undaunted and needy children, the homeless, because they seek something only known to them in exasperated dreams, tempest-tost, weathered more in this journey than most will ever understand or experience, to me, a wife and mother who has very little to give by most American standards but who believes no eye has seen nor ear has heard how much God wants to provide for these children through willing servants.  

I lift my lamp, my extra room, my filled pantry, my community of believers who seek nothing more than to serve our Savior by loving the least of these, beside the golden door!

Your door, Mr. President.  I stand here at your door.  Open it.  Help us be the hands and feet of love, of grace, of mercy.  We may have these children among us for a short time.  Let us fill their hearts, souls and lives with the abundance of our fortune as Americans.  I stand here, Mr. President, and proclaim, a child is not a drain on my resources but I believe, will multiply our resources.  

People can only give the measure of love, grace and mercy in which they have received.  Let us say we, Americans, apart from politics, will give to these refugee children immeasurably more love, grace and mercy than is expected.  

From this humble, suburban wife and mother, who wants nothing more than to serve my Lord and my country in being a small part of that abundant love, grace and mercy, to you, our Commander and Chief, who has the power to open doors, open hearts, plead for us to join together and simply allow us access to love with the courageous heart's of servants these precious children.

Thank you.