Their brown eyes watched us where ever we went. Curiosity. Eager eyes looking for some indication that we might acknowledge their presence. Little boys and girls. Waiting for a wink or a slight smile from us. We could've been their sponsors and they knew we came with love to share on their sponsors' behalf. I know I couldn't keep myself from getting down on their level and loving on them. They would gather around and wonder what this blonde girl was going to do next. I made faces at them, laughed with them, drew in the dirt for them and tried my best to communicate with them despite our language barrier. Their eyes laughed at my silly antics and their giggles made me laugh out loud. It was pure bliss. Dirty little hands grasped mine and as long as I was not afraid of sitting in the dirt, they would scootch their little bodies close to mine. The days were never long enough and the time to say good-bye always came too soon. Each one of us, old and young, big and little, squeezed in as many last minute good-byes as we could. Kisses were blown through car windows and hands waved wildly as we drove away. We left with our hearts full each time. And I pray their young hearts were full as well, full and overflowing with the love of Jesus.
4 comments:
Oh Bethany Ann, what a wonderful experience. I love this post. You gave me such a clear picture.
I loved this post too. What a blessing it is to be able to bless others in such a way.
I read this last night and felt that smile creep across my face once again. I think maybe I need to be even more thankful for both Adam and Josh who bring you home once again, otherwise I think you might have just stayed there. ;)
Oh, I just haven't had time to comment on all you pictures, dear. Still trying to help Julie...She's home, and I'm helping with the boys.
These pictures are wonderful! Hopefully, I'll get around to comment on the pictures on your facebook.
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