Leap of Love

I originally wrote this blog for Outpour Movement, but I wanted to share it with you here as well. It can sometimes be difficult to live in a third world country so far away from the people, things, and language that you know… this is a beautiful reminder of why being here makes an impact even when it doesn’t feel like it.

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Have you ever had a kid come running and leap into your arms? Maybe it was your son or daughter, a niece or nephew, or maybe one of the kids from the Sunday school class you teach.

But was it ever a child that you didn’t know?

One that you never had a real conversation with?

After several visits to the same village this is the reception we now receive: the children run at least a football length and come jumping into our arms. Sometimes they are ready to play games, sing silly songs, or learn new English words, but most of the time they just want to hold on to you. They want to climb into your arms and not let go until they absolutely have to. They want to be held and know that there are no strings attached.

One day soon we will share a bit more with these little ones why we are here and where our love for them comes from. I can’t wait for the day when language barriers fall away and they can understand what it’s like to make that same leap into the arms of Abba, Father God. Until then, we’ll keep greeting the kids with open arms and open hearts, loving every smile, giggle, and hug that we give and receive.

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