What do I want people to know??
Our little brother smiles with a twinkle in his eye when he greets us and says “Hermanita.”
Kids don’t look their age anymore.
That the 19-year old who is just learning to read is really smart and a dedicated learner.
These kids treat us with respect because we respect them.
It matters when you tell a kid you see them.
On crummy days I think of a 17-year old who used to have a sheep that could open doors to make me smile again.
Everyone has a nickname.
I know a lot of kids named David as well as Daniel (which makes me thankful for the nicknames).
There is a man who lives on the street and drinks a lot that loves and prays to Jesus with the most genuine, childlike faith.
I love these kids.
I don’t know the last time someone cleaned that motel floor before we did.
I miss my family.
There is a line between justice and cruelty.
It hurts to love this way.
His grace is sufficient.