As we walked by one of the neighborhood schoolsAs we walked by one of the neighborhood schools on the way to one of the homes for our daily door to door visits all of the children were out by the masses in the school yard. Running back and forth all over playing tag, sitting and talking, mainly just passing time until school reconvened.
All of a sudden we were spotted.
Mezungou! Mezungou! (White person! White person!) The children all came flocking towards the gate just screaming over and over waving as hard as they possibly could in hopes of getting to us to touch us or shake our hands before their teacher stopped them. Right before they made it to the gate the teacher said just a few words and all of the children halted and just stood there at the missed opportunity.
We have been flocked by children here every day, multiple times a day. Having a child run up to me and grab my hand pretty much makes my world go round. If anything the Lord is giving me a glimpse into the kind of love that I will have as a mother one day. Thinking about how much I love these children when they come running even though I know that they are fleeting, I can't begin to imagine what it will be like when I know that they are mine to love on as much as I want all the time.
It spurs the thoughts in me of what it must be like for God to look down on His children and find Himself enticed to just sit and spend the day on His throne delighting in His children. Our shouts and acclamations, our cries and questioning, our rejoicing and dancing knowing that the Lord works all things for good for those that love Him.
Spending everyday proclaiming Truth has done nothing but affrim in me over and over again that He loves us because He wants to, not because He has to.
Both as I say it to His children in their homes and as I meet His children in the streets. I find myself waiting for their smiles when they hear of His goodness and wanting their dirty little hands to take hold of mine.
I fall victim to loving them because I want to, not because I have to. on the way to one of the homes for our daily door to door visits all of the children were out by the masses in the school yard. Running back and forth all over playing tag, sitting and talking, mainly just passing time until school reconvened.
All of a sudden we were spotted.
Mezungou! Mezungou! (White person! White person!) The children all came flocking towards the gate just screaming over and over waving as hard as they possibly could in hopes of getting to us to touch us or shake our hands before their teacher stopped them. Right before they made it to the gate the teacher said just a few words and all of the children halted and just stood there at the missed opportunity.
We have been flocked by children here every day, multiple times a day. Having a child run up to me and grab my hand pretty much makes my world go round. If anything the Lord is giving me a glimpse into the kind of love that I will have as a mother one day. Thinking about how much I love these children when they come running even though I know that they are fleeting, I can't begin to imagine what it will be like when I know that they are mine to love on as much as I want all the time.
It spurs the thoughts in me of what it must be like for God to look down on His children and find Himself enticed to just sit and spend the day on His throne delighting in His children. Our shouts and acclamations, our cries and questioning, our rejoicing and dancing knowing that the Lord works all things for good for those that love Him.
Spending everyday proclaiming Truth has done nothing but affrim in me over and over again that He loves us because He wants to, not because He has to.
Both as I say it to His children in their homes and as I meet His children in the streets. I find myself waiting for their smiles when they hear of His goodness and wanting their dirty little hands to take hold of mine.
I fall victim to loving them because I want to, not because I have to.
