Marta

Last night at kid’s church a 3rd grader ran up to me an squeezed my hand. Normally the girls always hold hands when we walk from one building to another but this was a little boy.

I noticed him earlier during worship because he had participated with the hand motions while wearing such a sweet face. One of the blessings of children’s church is watching the kiddos.

“You remind me of someone.” He said.
“Oh?”
He just crinkled his nose and smiled at me. Then he leaned in and gave me a hug.
“Was this someone special or someone…”
“Special.”
This made me curious. “What was her name?”
“Marta.”
I asked him if she was an aunt, cousin, family friend… He paused and thought about this question for several seconds. He looked so serious when he answered.
“She was one of the peoples who helped me.”

Marta, whoever you are — if you ever feel that your job/life is thankless. Know that somewhere, there is a little boy who thinks of you.

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