Hope at Hope House

Hope House was so encouraging today. It is a joy to watch 30 children grow as God's truth and love rests in their hearts. Thabang, the three year old boy who peed on me last week, is a terror. Truely. He is so dear to me though. He who last week crumpled his paper, threw crayons at the other children and bit some of the interns, today carefully put the crayons away in their box, gernerously shared with others, and gently combed our hair with a stick. We cuddled, we played, and he carefully brought water from the hose to wash Katie's hair. My heart found rest today at Hope House. The older girls have taken to me too and invited me to sit with them, singing for me and teaching me to speak Zulu. I see Jesus in each one of their little faces.