One night we organized a game night for the kids of one of the villages.
When we arrived, there were over 130 kids waiting for us. Their parents came out to watch as well.
That many kids is chaotic when you speak the same language. It’s next level chaos when everything has to be translated.
It may have been chaos, but it was a beautiful kind of chaos with so much laughter and smiles.
Kids are still kids no matter what environment or country one travels to. There’s shy and there’s adventurous ones. There’s sober and giggly ones. Yet each one is uniquely beautiful and so loved by God.