It's the little things

I thought I was tired yesterday....haha this is a whole new level of tired. Between the heat, humidity, and all day sports clinics we are pooped. The beauty of this is that every single tired moment today has been intricately woven with grace. This morning Jesus blessed my heart by bringing three little girls who did gymnastics to our morning program. I honestly did little to nothing except for flip around and giggle with those three, sweet, girls. At the end of our time together I did my best to piece together my broken Portuguese  and invite them to the afternoon clinic. I expected them not to show simply because 1. I didn't know if they understood me and 2. They were pretty preoccupied with their friends and the excitement of the morning. But...THEY CAME!!! We had another four hours to laugh, play, dance and sing together and I loved every second of it. My Jesus is so good to give me a few hours of " comfort" in a time that is filled with firsts and slightly uncomfortable situations. I am so thankful He cares deeply about the smallest and silliest parts of my life. He sees me and he knows me.  How great that is.

Also- this evening I played my first ever,real, soccer game. I was terrible and just ran around, but hey, you've gotta start somewhere.