So I’ve been able to go to a nearby carepoint a few times. This is the same carepoint where I met Paleela and Abo. And every time I go I hope to see them or some of the other kids I spent a lot of time with. Each time there’s been a part of me feeling disappointed when I don’t see them.
I was at the carepoint this morning just hanging out with the kids. I got to open some packets of food. I held a kid named Wonderboy for most the time, and I played a marble game with him and a few other boys.
Then I went back to the carepoint this afternoon. Kristen and Kylie got their hair did. Two little girls fought over holding my hands a bit. I saw Wonderboy again. Most the kids started to leave when it was almost 3:00, so we decided to head back to where we’re staying. But a few of the boys were saying “take me, take me,” which is what they say when they want to be picked up. And no matter how many times I told them we were leaving, it didn’t make a difference. They started jumping on me. And when I finally got them all off me, I started running. But of course they just chased me and jumped on me anyway. But then a woman said something to them in SiSwati, and they stopped. We all waved and said goodbye.
And I’m not sure when exactly this happened today, because it’s been a process. But I feel God calling me to love all the kids as much as I would Paleela and Abo. Not necessarily the exact same way but the same amount. And even more than that, I feel called to show love to everyone I can the way I want to show love to those two little ones.
So that’s just a little something I’ve been learning.
Much love!
