I loved watching all the kids color and saying "Bon Travay" which means good job. They were so proud of their artwork and loved showing it to us. I bet that is how the Lord feels when He sees us creating and moving with Him... proud of us simply because we did or are doing it. Not because of how good it looked or how well we were succeeding. I rarely looked at the actual coloring page to be honest... I was to busy looking at their smiles and telling them good job. I am thankful the Lord remembers that we are mere dust. He doesn't look for the most artistic or talented people, He looks at the ones who say yes, the ones who pick up the crayon. We then sang, danced, played worship music and jump roped. And then like that, hours passed and it was time to leave. Ansitho was so adorable, he jumped in the tap tap and was ready to go home with me. Broke my heart to pick him up and put him down. I whispered "ou demen" in his ear and kissed his cheek.
In Him,
The Third World Girl
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