One Smile and the Rest is History
Most
of you know me well enough to know I LOVE children. In the states teaching kids, and working with
kids was my joy. Here in India, nothing has changed. One day while I was walking home from the
market, I smiled at a little girl. Her name was Mahek. Mahek is the youngest daughter of a family of
9 kids. She greeted me and we chatted a bit on the road. Holding my hand, she
invited me into her humble home. With a dirt floor and no door to cover the
opening we made out way easily in off the street. Her family welcomed me with a
bit of surprise, but also with great joy and smiles. Mahek and her family have become some of my
closest Indian neighbors. I visit them
regularly. Their MuZli* family shares their ways with me, and I share my ways
with them. We are real and laugh and have fun together. We are not afraid to be
our true selves together. They are
patient with my Hindi and quick to forgive my poor grammar. But more than any other family, I can sit for
hours and hours at a time and talk with this family. Each time more
opportunities comes to share my faith and what I believe. I sat reflecting the other day on our
friendship and was reminded that it started with a smile. ONE smile. Sometimes that’s all it takes.
Pr*
with me for regular times to visit this family, and develop our trust and
respect of one another. Pr* for us to have deep conversation that go beyond the
day to day and into the core of who we are and why we exist. Pr8 for words to bring enlightenment and
truth, yet in love and with humility. Pr* for Mahek, her 8 siblings, and her
parents.
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