in zambia, south africa lives this beautiful girl.
her name is concillia and she is a precious girl who i got to spend a week with a few summers ago. she loves to dance and i remember her laugh. one day she was sitting in my lap and she said something to me with a big smile on her face. i asked the translator to tell me what she said. and she told me she said"i love you like a cup of milk"
concillia doesn't get milk very often, maybe only a few times in her life. she loved me like something that was so precious to her. i was overwhelmed. i was humbled. i was convicted.
do i love people in the same way i love that which is most precious to me?
do i love people more than that?
it's what i want.
it's what i'm trying to do...
to love people more than i love (________) or a cup of milk.
1 comment:
i like that way of thinking of it! it's simple yet so profound.
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