This morning we went to church. Here no one looks at their watch during church, and they don’t get upset when the preacher gets long winded. They sing and dance. The service lasted about 3 hours but it flew by. Our team sat all together on the left side of the adult seating. There was a very clear divide where the children sat away from the adults. I felt pulled toward the children. I left our group really early in the service and sat with the kids. They were all amazing. They touched the freckles on my arms and face and touched my hair. They rarely see people with reddish colored hair. I sat among the kids the rest of the service. They would reach up to me. I saw A girl in a little blue dress who had a large dirty and blood stained gash in her thumb. I used my water to clean it and then put Neosporin on it then I got a bandaid from Debbie and put it over the rather large cut. I know the bandaid will fall off and I know that child will get more cuts but I refuse to believe that what I did or what any of us do to help others is worthless. I’ve heard a saying, “how do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time”. I hope during this week I love kids, encourage adults and feed my desire to help the least of these.