Light of the Village

It would probably make the most sense if I started with the story of what God has done in my life up to this point, but since that is a rather long story I will just type what is on my heart today...
Yesterday I went to the Light of the Village block party. Light of the Village is an inner-city ministry that provides classes, tutoring, activities, camps, and a safe place for kids to spend time and learn about Jesus. It was in the ghetto, the families were broken, and the children were barefoot with dirty clothes... my thoughts? This is home. This is where I am called to serve. Among the broken and dirty and unloved. So I jumped right in and loved those children. We played and ran and jumped and laughed until I was exhausted. The exhaustion was so sweet though... because it was colored with joy. Pure joy and happiness at being able to live my passion by serving and loving on kids. For just a few hours they were able to be carefree and know that someone cared... and that someone was waiting at the end of the slide to catch them whaen they came down.
Life lesson learned? It's the little moments that make the difference.
When I come hurtling down the slide- out of control and dizzy from the ride- He is there to catch me, brush me off, set me back on my feet, and lead me in the right direction.
"Show me the path where I should walk, O Lord point out the right road for me to follow. Lead me by your truth and teach me, for you are the God who saves me. All day long I put my hope in you." Psalms 25:4-5