July 30, 2012
We travelled to the slums today. Playing with the kids was fun. Some of the girls were obsessed with my hair. They tugged so hard, yet it made me so incredibly happy. I fell in love with this one little girl. I held her and tickled her. Her smile was killer. She had long lashes and "rosy" cheeks. When she smiled and laughed my heart could stop beating. Then we were leaving for a little while to do home visits (At the time I didn't know we were going back after the home visits) and every time I would put her down to leave she would want to be picked up again. It broke my heart. I thought I would never get the chance to hold her again. Finally, I set her down and kissed her forehead. Then she pulled on my arm and I bent down to hug her. She kissed my cheek then held my hand as I headed out the door. One of the workers pulled her away so that I could leave. I didn't want to though.
The first home we visited was an old woman with leprosy and four other people in this tiny home. Then we went to a home of a man with leprosy and nine children. The last home we went to was a woman with six kids. These people are living in the slums but they were confessing their faith with such confidence. It was amazing and humbling. Despite their conditions the people trust in Jesus. When we prayed for them, they insisted that they pray for us. They showed me so much of Christ. I have never seen Christ like this before. It was so beautiful.
After home visits we went back to play with the kids. I was looking for my little girl but couldn't find her when all of a sudden she comes out of the building and spots me. Her face brightens up and she runs to me with that killer smile. I pick her up and tickle her. She giggles that unforgettable giggle. Then I sat with her on the wall that was against the building. She would look up at me with that huge smile and big, teary eyes. Between the smile and the tears I could not contain my emotions. Broken, yet again! She put her head on my chest and just rested there for a good thirty minutes. I miss her so much! I so badly want to hold her again.
Each day in Ethiopia my entries got shorter and shorter. The days were more involved and fatigue took us all. This is only a small description of that day. Ask me about it sometime.
I wonder about that little girl often!
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