Futbol at Huruma...

I was finally able to play a game with the kids on Saturday. I thought because I still run and seem to be in pretty good shape I would do much better than what I did. I was able to play with them for a whole hour, but here it is two days later and I'm still feeling it! Yes, it has been years since I've played, but playing with a rubber ball that bounces twice as high as a normal leather ball, and also playing on dirt with large rocks everywhere... I feel like I didn't do much. At the same time, it was a really great experience because I bonded with alot of the older boys through sharing a common love for the game and through playing together.

I was so proud of all of them. We had kids from around 15 to 16 years old down to 8 years old. The little kids who didn't come up to more than our waists were some of the best players. One of the most important goals came from a younger child who moved through about three different much bigger kids and actually scored. God allowed me to feel like His father heart for them. I kinda felt like a proud father everytime one of them would make a nice move. It reminded me back to my childhood when I played and had the most supportive father in the world. I also kinda felt saddened by the fact that through a wide variety of reasons, their own fathers couldn't see what amazing young guys they have turned into and how great they were at the sport. Along with continuing to love on them and pray for them, I take comfort in the truth that God gives us in His word concerning Him being a Father to the fatherless. They are absolutely amazing!!!!!
I am also blessed with the most amazing girl in my life! She is now my new hairstylist and all I can say is that I'm glad we got the first time out of the way here in Africa...haha Love you babe