Little me. Big God.
One year ago today, I arrived in St. Lucia, a Caribbean Island. I spent a little less than a month teaching in public school with three other girls. We went into 24 schools and shared the amazing news of Jesus Christ loving and wanting them. In all, we taught 4,616 students. But most importantly, students professed to meet and trust in Jesus because of these simple and wonderful teachings. My hair has never been played with more than it was when I walked into those schools. The openness of the students to ask questions, to want to learn more about this Jesus was amazing. I loved every moment spent in those schools. The first week of teaching I taught the creation story. But instead of just teaching it, I painted it with my fingers. The extra paint left on my fingers/palms I would wipe on my arms or clothing. The kids gasped every time I wiped it on my arms. I got them to hold up the number of fingers coinciding with the day of creation we were on. I told them to point to themselv...
