Tales from Taiwan #20
Dear sisters, There's this little boy named Cody* (name changed) that I see every week. And every week I never know what to expect from this mischievous fireball. Cody specializes in grand entrances to class and I never know what it'll be...somersaults, an elephant, sirens or a sprint to tackle the teacher (me!). Then one minute he's happily coloring and the next he's trying to give me a kiss because he put my Set game cards down the toilet. If I ever wonder if this is really making a difference or doing any good at all, God uses what happened next to show me that the answer is a definite YES: Recently after Cody had misbehaved, I wanted to talk to him but he's a fast fella and I couldn't catch him (hey, I run half-marathons, not sprints!). I prayed about it and then continued on with helping the other kids. After our class was over and I was walking through the building, I spotted Cody. I walked up, knelt down and asked him if I...