Yesterday we took a walk to the river to go swimming, and for just a moment in time, I was transformed from the Holly whose mind is always running fifty kilometers an hour into a woman who was just amazed with the little hearts that surrounded her. I watched in wonder as seven or eight of our youngest children scurried along the path, picking flowers, staring at caterpillars, turtles and spiders, scampering towards trees that contained this particular wild fruit that they love to pick and eat, and holding their arms out to run as if they were an airplane, soaring high above the ground. Even some of the older ones enjoy and request this game we made up together that’s similar to something we used to play at the skating rink as kids…remember green light go, red light stop? Similar, except our version includes running like horses, walking like cows, and jumping like frogs as well as stopping on time. They request it every time I venture ten feet beyond the house now. And their enthusiasm about swimming in the murky depths of the river that is permanently chocolate milk colored, as well as a cattle crossing/watering hole/laundry area for the villagers, amazes me. The vigor with which they splash around in this water that some of us would refuse to touch, the happiness with which they run and jump and play, the joy they find in the smallest of creatures or flowers, the willingness to work through the emotions that are left behind with such great loss at such a young age, the love they bestow on us and the praise which they bring forth to God couldn’t be more humbling. He is doing such great things in their hearts and minds and lives. And I am so thankful that you and I both get to be a part of it.
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