I Think I’m Going to Name my Future Child David
David had a rotting front row of teeth, he was dusty from all the African sand floating around, and he must have been hot in his puffy jacket, but he clung to me like he’d never had a hug before. My team and I spent the morning at Amazing Grace Preschool, teaching the kids Sunday school songs, our limited dance moves and just loving on the kids. I find it ironic that a school that I was teaching at, taught me grace.
I picked David up and asked him what his name was and then told him mine pointing at my chest. He giggled, flashing his rotting teeth and pointed at his...