Little Hands
He holds the little hands better than I can. The hard thing about short-term missions is that they never feel like enough time. The shy laughs and silly dances combined with all the yearning hugs just spelled out love. Seeing all the dusty faces and wanting to take them all home and protect them was a major heart struggle for me. Nevertheless, God calls us to break our hearts for the things that break his. Despite how many smooches I want to put on the baby’s heads or games of patty cake I can possibly play, eventually that time of tangibly loving...