
It struck me that our girls, who came from a relative life of ease in California, were outside playing with girls who live in poverty out in a township, and there was really no difference. They had just as much fun playing Chinese jumprope with a dirty string out on a dirt road next to some shacks as they would have had playing on a jumping castle in an upscale neighbourhood in California.
I cannot tell you how blessed I feel to be able to raise our children outside of the American "bubble" - to expose them to different cultures and to teach them that people are people no matter where you go, no matter what the circumstances or challenges. Everyone - EVERYONE - is made in the image of a Holy God who loves them deeply, and that is something that binds us all together.
Yesterday I didn't go shopping at a mall, I didn't eat at a restaurant, I didn't go out for coffee. I got dirty and mingled with people who live in very different circumstances from myself. It was a great day.
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Angela, you've arrived. Welcome home!
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