There is a plethora of little, adorable African children that are constantly out and about here. And they all want to hug you, touch you, shake your hand, pet your arm hair, stare at you, yell “How are you!”… because we the Mzungus. We are guaranteed at least four hugs from different children during our mile and a half walk to church each day, even if you try your hardest to avoid them by walking quicker… they always catch up to you.
I have learned to accept this more and more with each passing, and when I don’t have the energy to go to ministry, or to love on the little children that swarm… Jesus constantly reminds me of his love. His love for the children and for me too. Whenever I am feeling off, he never fails to send someone to hug my leg, or tell me hello; to cuddle me during church, or to stroke my arm in admiration. I am convinced that each child wanting to love and be loved is Jesus loving on me in that very moment. And I am thankful I have a God that looks out for all of us together.
(She runs with arms open until hitting us in the knees… …and here are her siblings and friends)
