Three years old, as beautiful as could be,
she held tight to her mother,
and hesitated to look the "mzungus" in the eyes.
As we shared the love of Christ from door to door,
she followed close behind inching nearer by the minute,
watching, waiting, hoping to be noticed.
As she neared our location
I could see the anticipation in her eyes
as I held out my arms she ran to me with a big smile.
We sat together,
she in my lap as we held hands and exchanged hearts
without a word being spoken.
When the time came to take her home
my heart was heavy; I knew I'd miss her.
She cried as I handed her back to her mother
so she agreed to let her stay with me for the afternoon.
Back at the house she layed in my arms,
played with my phone and looked up at me every once in a while
as to make sure I hadn't changed.
I quickly found out that her knees were ticklish
I used this to capture a good video for my supporters
as any good missionary would.
We sat together for hours until it was time for her to return home,
my heart was warm with love as she turned to me and smiled.
I knew then and there what had happened that day.
I believe that God manifests in many different ways,
this time He was dressed in a pretty white dress,
had a beautiful smile and eyes that shimmered.
This time He came and lifted my spirit.
This time He manifested himself as Grace.
