Hands holding

Last year I wrote about an experience I had the first day we toured the project, when we visited the 1st grade classroom. We sat in the desks as their teacher and my teacher explained from the front about the class, the school, the education philosophy, what they are learning, how many were enrolled, etc, etc. I remembered nothing afterwards but the experience I had with one of the children – a blinking game with the wide-eyed girl in front of me who had turned around in her seat to see me. Yesterday I had the same surreal experience. Which I didn’t realize until today when Janine referred to the bakery site we had visited yesterday... The bakery that is being built near the preschool classrooms in Mafarania. ‘Oh, yeah, um I do remember you saying we were stopping to see it and then walking up by the classrooms…’ but by the time I reached center court I had a large entourage of children walking with me – each of them trying to hold a piece of my hand. I am certain we did make it to our designated tour spot and I am certain the bakery slab was there as my teacher had said, but I certainly do not remember anything but how big the smile on my face was as I looked down at my own personal mob of love. I am certain these are the ones Jesus had in mind when He said ‘Let the little children come to me’. What a beautiful thing that He shared them with me that day. I will never be the same. And the bakery will be there another day.