Babies at work in the Land of Muz!
Last week I promised the mom of a deeply depressed, precious eleven-year-old boy in my class that I would be Jesus in skin for him.
Later I thought, isn't that who I'm supposed to be for all of my kids?
Yup. This is my Macedonia. My Calcutta.
Papa-God, fill me to overflowing with Your Spirit so that You can then spill out of every part of my body onto these You've entrusted to me.
Where is your Macedonia? Your Calcutta? May you be richly, extravagantly filled for and overflow in yours, as well.
Grins and blessings,