Little faces smiling shyly. Giggles. The sound of running feet. Pencils scratching away at an assignment. Timid voices trying out a new language. Laughter.
Recognizing familiar faces in town. Inviting people over for dinner that don’t speak our language. Having people show up for dinner. Trying new foods, new recipes. Having more people than seats.
The smell of breakfast. The pages falling out of his Bible. Gathering exoskeletons of locusts. Chubby hands. Almost grown up girl hands. Hands holding a guitar.
Coffee and prayer. Papers and prayer. Paint, boots, and prayer. Walking the streets with prayer.
My family. Friends. Strangers. People. Who we are, where we’ve been. More importantly; where we are going and who we are becoming because of who we know. Or don’t know.
Opportunities to introduce someone to my Savior? They are everywhere once you begin to look.