a piece of paper tumbles in the wind. on it is a picture that we have all seen – the face of a white male with long brown hair, a matching beard, and a crown of thorns. a child looks up from picking through the garbage pile and snatches the paper. “auntie kate!” he grins, “this is Jesus!” i look around me. at his bright dazzling smile, a stark contrast to his dingy, torn clothing and mud-caked feet, at the small yellow flowers peeking through the trash and overgrowth. i feel the warmth of sumini against my chest, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around me; i feel the african sun that warms me to the core and the wind in my hair that refreshes and renews. my heart might burst. “THIS,” i think, “is Jesus”. this is Jesus.

there is a love greater than anyone can imagine that fills be up. and unlike anything else in the world, as i give it away it doesn’t ever run out but only multiplies. and THIS, this is Jesus.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08199441762126775966 mom

    mom said…beautifully written and I will get to hug and see you in 9 days. xoxoxo Mom

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10552902886727816866 Kbarnes

    YOU are incredible. i think you should write a book. i love you beautiful and i can’t wait to see your face!!! and give you a HUGE hug.. unlike your mom i have to wait 17 more days.. but we’ve made it this far… i think i can do it… I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!!!! and i ABSOLUTELY CANNOT WAIT TO ROLLER BLADE!!!!!!!!!! you have NO idea.


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