We are leaving the Philippines. I came to this place possessing everything to minister to people who have nothing, and I am leaving more whole than I was when I came.
For almost a month now I have opened my arms to the children in the dump, and they have put their tiny arms around my waist to embrace me and tell me how beautiful I am. They have stroked their fingers through my ratty sweat soaked hair as if it was a treasured possession. They have taken picture after picture as if they were in the presence of someone important and famous.
On our last day of work, we were sitting in our uncomfortable chairs covering our millionth book and finding it hard to keep going, when suddenly a group of school kids rushed into the room and surrounded us. A little girl wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders and began to sing a song of peace into my ear. I closed my eyes and bathed in the beauty of it, because I knew it was from the Lord. I could feel to my depths that HE was singing over me through the mouth of a babe.
These people have given out of the overflow of their hearts, and I consider myself profoundly blessed to have received.
