Kids. I love them. I always have. The Merwins have 3 kids and one on the way. Both Jeremy and I have really connected with them and find such joy in spending time with them. Yesterday at our team meeting, we got off on a tangent and started talking about the largest crocodile in the world. I began to mention the fact that they found a human body in the crocodile, when everyone gave me the “shut up face”, I then noticed Miles (the 6 yr old) wide eyed…. I quickly changed the subject, but could tell miles was chewing on that thought. Later he made his way over to me and in a very serious manner began a conversation with me.
“ Mrs. Majors, I was wondering if you would play ping pong with me? …..And maybe while playing we can talk about that croc! I have never talked about a croc and played ping pong before…..maybe we can try!”
Needless to say, I started laughing. First, because there is no ping pong table, and second that he wanted to talk to me about “that croc”. It’s the little things like this in my day that make my heart fill with joy.
Surrounded by sounds of horns, buses, and loud Chinese while walking down a crowded street can seem so foreign and a somewhat out of body experience. As we were walking down a shopping street trying to find our way, to my utter disbelief, I heard Backstreet Boys! Yes, I did stay and listen to the whole song, and it was wonderful! It is funny the things that remind you of home, the thing’s that make your heart smile when you live here. I would never think that hearing “Baby, baby ..ooohhh” by Justin Bieber would be a heart warming experience, but sadly because he speaks English and is totally American, I now have bieber fever! I have really enjoyed hearing some older, not so popular, pop songs and was not expecting to hear what I heard one day shopping for rugs. It was as if the Father was talking directly to me. It was a praise song in English! They had no clue what it was, but to me it was a reminder that He is with me…. anywhere I go! I was praising Him in English in a rug store! ...
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