And here we are: eight months and 118 children later. Over and over, God's call to me has been to keep my hands open. As I've prayed to love them well, he has reminded me that they are not mine to keep. I was responsible for them for this small time, and now I am passing the baton. I can't say all that I've been taught, all the ways I've been stretched and challenged. I am so blessed to have had this year. A lot of people can't say that when they wake up in the morning they are thirsty for more. While I can't say that every day was enjoyable and perfect, I find myself still wanting more and missing my kids already. Here they are. Maybe you'll understand why:
First period, minus Kanika.
Second period
Sixth period, missing about 5 people.

Fifth period, missing about 500 people...
Fourth period minus Tyreik, Madison and Nigel
PS. It is hilarious how small I look.
1 comment:
EM! Thanks for posting this, especially the pics. SO proud of you and the difference you're making in the lives of these kids. You're amazing.
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