A Million Pieces
While in the village this week we visited a primary school and got the chance to play with around 600 children. One little girl, Mary, would not leave my side. She wrote her name on my hand before we left and told me she would be praying for me as I continue going to college. Two days later my team was visiting our African grandmother's house (another story) and Mary walked up to us. How she found us I have no idea, but after sharing tea with this elderly woman Mary proceeded to walk back with us to the church where we had been staying. As we walked the two of us began sharing our lives...