…Just this past Sunday I was nearly knocked over as one of the girls ran to hug (tackle?) me as I walked up. The first Sunday I met these girls they kept talking about my nail polish and hair (they tried to braid it to look like theirs, if only I could pull it off) and I was cracking up. I told the girls I had a lot of nail polish and promised to bring some fun colors with me next time. I ended up carrying nail polish with me for two or three weeks before I saw them again. When they showed up a few weeks ago I pulled it out and I have never seen kids so excited. I somehow ended up with nail polish all over my hands and clothes, but definitely didn’t care about that. I can’t believe how happy they were about it. These girls need to be shown that they are beautiful and worth paying attention to, they need to be shown the love of Jesus. It’s crazy to think about the doors a silly little bottle of nail polish could open. I am excited just thinking about how these relationships can grow and how something like this could reach the other girls and women in the community.

Small moments like these have made moving to Baltimore worth it. It is definitely one of those moments where I realize that I’m here for a reason. In the midst of work and bills and just life–  sitting there in the middle of a park giggling with those girls is being a part of the gospel played out and it is a pretty phenomenal experience.