Monday and Wednesday afternoons we are working to start a health clinic program in the slum. The little kids get nutrition milk, which im guessing is something like pediasure. We teach the kids how to do simple things like wash their hand, brush their teeth and lot more. Then we share the GOOD NEWS with them. Several of the kids were from church the previous week and they remembered us which was so wonderful. Working in the clinic might become my favorite thing on the trip.
Every single day we have been and will be working in a preschool right on the edge of the slums. I love kids, but working with 2-4 year olds that can barely communicate their own language let alone learn and understand a new one was frustrating me at the start of the week. I was on bathroom (squatty) duty the entire week which discouraged me a little even more. I didn't see how this was advancing the kingdom at all. Then on Wednesday, one of our little trouble makers was in time out. He's the kind of little kid that is super hard to like. He never does what he's told. He isn't the lovable little mischief maker that will turn around and give you a hug a second later. This is the kid who will do the opposite of what you say just to make you angry. He know how to push all the teacher's buttons, loves doing it, and shows no remorse when he is in trouble. But, when he was sitting in the corner he looked up at me with his huge dark brown eyes. He still wasn't sorry but something changed in my heart. I saw what we were doing for those kids in a different light. I saw that, for lack of a better word, bratty little boy in a different light. I might be the only glimpse of the FATHER that any of those kids ever see.They might be the only glimpse of the FATHER that their family ever sees.
I'm trying to view everyone I encounter through the eyes of JC, including that little boy. Easier said than done.^The little stinker himself.^
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