Let them come

I spent my morning giggling and playing in a classroom full of three year olds. Again, Jesus knew I needed this. A little glimpse of unaltered and innocent joy. We blew bubbles -aka they spat in my face while trying to blow bubbles-colored pictures, played blocks, and crawled around the forts we built. It was all too fun, and I may have enjoyed it more than they did. I want to laugh and sometimes even cry like they do. It's so real. 

Later in the evening we held another sports camp and then went to our partner church for their weekly prayer service. I honestly expected the normal prayer service, but this needed up being something so special. All the kids came up to the front and we were able to lay hands on them and pray. This would have been a touching an impactful moment in and of itself, but it only got better. As I finished praying over the first two children and was making my way to the next I heard little voices behind me. When I turned around I found the two sweet boys I had just prayed over praying for each other. Wow. Tears, lots of tears. They get it. They understand how powerful prayer is and that one of the best and most significant ways they can love someone is to pray for them. I just love how Jesus speaks through children. It's no wonder he said, "let the children come" because as far as I'm concerned, they have taught me far more than I have taught them in the past two weeks.