Our ministry has start and holy cow is it exhausting! Sundays and Thursdays we go to a village in the mountains (an hour drive on the back of a pickup truck) and talk to people and pray for/with them and then have some time with the kids. Then Mondays and Tuesdays we go to another village (a 25 minute walk). In the mornings we meet and pray with people and in the afternoons we are running a VBS for the craziest kids I have ever met! Then Wednesdays we farm and help with random work like projects. All of which in is the hot sun thus exhausting.
But now onto the tattoos. We were in one village having VBS and everyone was coloring. First we gave them crayons, but then magically they had markers. Markers along with someone who knows about eight words in Spanish plus some super hyper kids means I’m going to get drawn on. And I did. No big deal. Then they found my tattoo. My tattoo was nicely hidden under my watch, but when you get pulled and climbed on, you’re bound to lose your watch at some point. So they found my tattoo and they all wanted to copy it. So I told them what it says in Spanish (for some reason I know how to say “joy” en espanol) and then I wrote it on the wrist of about ten little Dominican kids. So now I have matching ‘tattoos’ with like ten little kids. I’m sure my parents are so proud.
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14
