Well dear ones, I could go on, but reading all this must be getting pretty tiresome now .... So I'll leave you with a couple of little anecdotes from my beloved husband:
"I thought I might lighten my heart somewhat this week by sharing with you a couple of 'little peoples' tales.'
Last Monday was our ladies' clothing distribution day, and I suppose around 80 ladies and innumerable children came along to see what we could supply. The waiting room was crowded with women from many nations drinking chai and chatting. A wee Arab girl around three years of age I'd guess, came to me, took my hand, and as she led me towards a pile of plastic building blocks, she prattled away in Arabic.
She proceeded to hand me the bricks one by one with what I took to be instructions on how to assemble a tower. We spent a precious half hour chatting and building, neither of us understanding the language of the other, but we did construct a very satisfactory tower .... well, I think that is what she was saying as her mother gathered her up and left!
Soon afterwards I decided to go and sit outside to cool off on the bench by the front door. The obviously Muslim lady already sitting there made what I can only decribe as 'a quiet fuss' as she re-seated herself as far from me as she could, with her back towards me. I guess she was giving me 'the cold shoulder.'
Anyway, this meant that the baby she was holding was now facing me. The wee one looked at me the way only little ones can - all the wisdom of the ages in their eyes. For a long moment he seemed to be saying "Sorry about that mate, Mums can be an embarrassment at times. They don't always appreciate how things are supposed to work." My nod of understanding brought such a warm smile to his little face - a comradery, a secret friendship!
I'll end with a sweet story George Verwer told last Sunday: A 7-year-old visiting with her Granddad, was alone in her bedroom when a tremendous thunderstorm developed. The grown-up, realizing that the little one could well be terrified, ran up the stairs expecting to find the child hiding under her bed. Instead, he was surprised to find her standing at the window, smiling, her arms outstretched. "Granddad, I think God is trying to take my picture!"