My 13-year-old daughter wrote this for her homework assignment. I thought you might enjoy hearing her perspective:
If you walk down the road going out
of the Bible School, you will see mango leaves
blowing in the wind, plants growing, charcoal smoking and people working. The people you will see will have all
different kinds of clothes on. They could be going to work at the farm, walking
to town, going to find wood, going to make potato heaps in the swamp, or maybe
going to plant rice, peanuts, or sweet potatoes. They could be going to make charcoal. If you kept waking, you would begin to see
fewer people. All you would see would be
birds of many colors calling to each other and many different kinds of flowers,
insects, plants, butterflies and sometimes animals. All you would hear would be frogs croaking
and every once in a while, the sound of an axe on dry wood.
This is the place where I am spending part of
my life as a missionary kid, around people who act like one big family. They
call each other brother or sister even if they haven’t even met before. They live the life of hard working people,
but they always make time for fun. They
have fun working as a group and are always laughing and joking around. Most of the people here are skinny and don’t
get enough food, but that’s what people look like… not WHO he or
she is. They may be the ugliest person
you have ever seen but they have a happy, loving feel about them, and their
hearts are the most beautiful part about them.
If the world were full of those kinds of people there would not be as
many wars.
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