This week, my team has been doing something we did not think we’d be
doing this summer.Instead of working with women, we have been working
at a preschool in a surrounding area, and I absolutely love kids. They
are so important for the future because they are the generation that
will rise up and lead in the years to come. That is why education is so
vital. And it is even more important for them to be taught about the
one true *Dad at such a young age. With that being said, I will say
that I was not exactly thrilled to find out that my week was going to
be with preschoolers. I know the importance of it, but I was a little
disappointed to find out that we weren’t going to be with the women as
much. However, I was reminded that *Dad might have used that to get all
of us here and has something better planned for us.Which is true.
Well,
Monday morning came, and those kids quickly captured my heart. We
played with them, taught B stories and songs, and helped the teachers
teach them academic subjects. I was in the oldest class (KG-2, which is
5 year-olds). They are awesome. I have such love for those kids, such a
desire for them to know *Dad as well as their ABC’s and numbers. A
little boy named Chet (one of my favorites) always smiles and asks me
and the other “teachers” for approval on his work. I think he tried to
speak to me the most out of anyone else in the class in their language,
and I wished so bad that I could communicate with him. Another boy
named Al was having a lot of trouble writing his cursive a’s. He kept
making the circle the wrong way and could not get it right. I took him
up to the blackboard with me and spent 20 minutes doing whatever I
thought would be beneficial in helping him. By the end of it, he had
written a few good ones but was still struggling. I thought he might be
annoyed with me for trying for so long, but he kept smiling at me
whenever I looked at him, for the rest of the day and the rest of the
week.
All in all, it was an awesome week, and I truly love each
of the kids in my class with all of my heart. I cannot put into words
how much I love them, and I know that it is only because of *Dad’s love
for me that I can love them that much.
The rest of the week was
great, too. I went into the community where we are staying with a few
others and we ended up sharing some B stories, our stories, and p-ing
for her. She is not bound to any religion, so be p-ing for that, too. I
feel like this is the perfect time for her to see what *Dad is all
about. She needs his love, acceptance, and joy. I plan on visiting her
every week or so and speaking with her.
I hope all is well in the States. Until next time…
