Something special about kids is their ability to love from the first moment. I've known most of the new little guys for about 72 minutes but already they bombard me with hugs (mostly a massive group hug) and chanting "Jessi" together. I kind of like it.
As I watch these new faces, I understand more why Jesus taught us to be like the children, and see that more each day as I watch the kids interacting. They don't care about the fact that they're wearing pajamas as clothes, that the lunch they're eating is probably all they'll have all day, or that they're all sharing one cup to drink out of. I want to be like them. When the biggest worry of the day is if you're going to get to play soccer or what kind of hair baubles to put in. And these kids could worry...they've been dealt a hard hand of life. They often have 5 people sleeping in the same bed with no fan or mosquito net, no father figure, mom can't make enough to support the family of 9 so food is short if it exists at all.
It kind of puts things into perspectvie-again and again. So I'm not going to complain today. I won't talk about how hot it is, cause I get to sleep with a fan. I won't complain about my limited sick person diet, because my fridge is full of lots of things to keep me full. I'm going to worry less; think more about hair baubles and singing. I'm going to hug a lot and chant peoples names when I see them. At least I'm going to work on that.
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I love you!
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