Bible stories...

The team currently visiting from the states was scheduled to teach the children during the Saturday afternoon kids program at church. 

This program was scheduled for 3pm. We had already had a full day, up and out early for a Green Door house dedication and then off to the port city for lunch.  

We had taken the team to Biques, a really cool place to sit and enjoy good food right on the Indian Ocean.  Can you see why I love my job so much?

Anyway, lunch took a little longer than usual and by the time we were finished it was time to head back to Dondo. A quick call to Marissa, the lady in charge of the kids program, to explain our whereabouts.

Now you have to keep in mind that Marissa, is a Brazilian Missionary. She is very sweet, and doing her best to learn English. After a rather questionable phone conversation, we felt assured that we had time to make one quick stop before we headed back to Dondo.

Now when we arrived at the church, unbeknownst to our visitors, the kids program had already finished.

The courtyard at the church was still full of children but they were not kids from our church. They were the street kids that hang out, outside the gates and watch the activities from a distance. These children are poor, dirty, hungry, and often orphans. 

Marissa had explained that the regular program was finished but we could tell our bible story to the children that were there. 

So with the help of our newest translator Caitano, the ladies told the story of Moses. When he was just a baby placed in the basket and sent down the river for safety. Afterwards, they taught the children a song.  Then the children showed us how to dance!

Who knows why God allows the things He does. I am just so grateful that I don't have to figure any of it out. I simply have to walk in faith and trust in God's plan.

These children were suppose to be exactly where they were, when they were. We were suppose to do exactly what God had planned for us to do this day.  God's plan is always perfect!

The best part of the story is when one little boy tried to give us a coin! We didn't understand what he was trying to say.  We thanked him and suggested he bring it to church on Sunday if he wanted to give his coin. Makes me think about the widow and her 2 mite.  Praise God!!!!