I watched as little girls, still babies themselves, took care of their baby siblings.
I felt the warmth of their hands as they linked their fingers in mine, and as they clung to my arms as I held them.
I remember the tears that flowed that night when so many gave their life to a Savior who cares for them.
I see those sweet faces that eyes lit up as they heard the story, for the first time, about a little shepherd boy who trusted in a big God and defeated a giant that everyone else was afraid of.
I laughed and sang songs with a village of people who had so little.... so little to give yet they gave all they had to a bunch of white people who experienced humbleness in a way that Christ meant for us to experience humbleness.
I met a man.... 92 years and wiser then anyone I know..... Jesus loves me.... the one truth that surpasses all others..... tears in his eyes every single time he said the words.
I came home..... and I've struggled because all I want to do is go back.
