Who cares if the sun is beating down and the air is thick enough to swim in... when a handful of young Nepali boys ask you if "you want to play futsal?", you don't say no.
Each children's home we visited was filled with love and... children. The house parents, a Nepali couple, often with children of their own, take in around a dozen children and raise them as their own. From the streets, or about to end up there, these children are given a home, full bellies, a family to love them and most importantly an opportunity to learn about Jesus and live for Him.
The health and life that radiates from their little faces are precious and fill my own heart with joy. As a part of this trip we have had the opportunity to visit several of the THI homes. Bringing games and fresh faces we play with the kids, encourage the parents and pray truth and blessing over the house and family.
I've never been a soccer player, nor have ever had the desire to develop that skill. Until now.
The sweat literally poured off my face as I ran up and down the field for an hour. The boys were quick and I was slow. They were talented and I had hardly ever played in shoes, let alone barefoot through cowpies. But to see the joy on their faces as they kicked the ball straight through my legs, or scored an easy goal, it was worth it.
My shins were bruised, my toes ached, but my heart was happy.
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