Ky’s camera was passed around from Carsen to me to kids to Ky, so photocreds are given to whoever had the camera in their hands when each of these were taken!!
This is my life: Saw all of this from the porch of our ministry host’s happy yellow house (which us girls painted three different shades of yellow for them; the yellow makes it all happy. With all of their recent loss, they need this yellow in their lives, coating their home.): Friday around sunset: Dasia and Carsen were both resting against the barbed wire fence spending time with God, thinking about their lives, freeing their minds a little bit just before dinner. The usual. Some kids were across the delta- which is totally common, there are fishermen and bushman hunting and fishing while kids run around and play when they aren’t at school- and they caught Dasia’s eye. She screamed “HEY!” And they came running over, wet and muddy from not letting the delta water get in their way of the strange girl screaming “HEY!” As they came closer, Kaylee screamed “DINNER’S REAAADY!” in her insanely loud voice like she does for every meal, so we’ll all come to the table from wherever on the property we are. So, Carsen and Dasia both told all of the kids to come back to the gate tomorrow night at 6 o’clock to play. So. Soon enough, we heard a wild roar of kids laughing and screaming towards the barbed wife fence. It was 6 o’clock. And they were at the gate. Carsen, Dasia, Ky, Lucie, and I ran to the gate and it happened. Happiness happened. Fun happened. We all got through the fence and there was this moment of everyone staring at eachother, still breathing hard from the excitement of running to the gate, the kids smiling, us standing there smiling back, and then one of those moments happened. One of those moments in life that seem to be in slow motion. We brought nothing with us but a yellow and black soccer ball. It was sitting in Dasia’s hands. Then…she let it loose. She chucked it straight into the white and blue above us and the kids went running! We snake, snake, hippo-d (Botswana version of duck, duck, goose) and Ride that Coo-coo-ed (Botswana version of Ride that Chicken) and Red Light Green Lighted our butts off. We played until we heard Kaylee screaming. And we told them to meet us at 6 o’clock again Sunday night.
And they came back.
And even though we didn’t say to come back on Monday (because we had kid’s ministry down the road til past six), they came again.
They’re coming back! They’re feeling loved.
Praying prayers that they see through all of this fun. Praying that they see God somehow.
I don’t understand why or how people devalue the act of investing in children. They are the hope of all societies across all borders- from enemy lines to neighboring nations- it’s all the same, they hold the future for all.
That’s all for now
