I see a message from a young girl I taught over the summer, one who continues to seek out my help and attention despite the incredible distance. And one, to my shame, I do not have enough patience to help.
I look at Facebook and see that she has yet again sent me a message, this time complaining that I have not responded in a while.
“No,” I think. “I’m not going to respond to you. I’m busy.”
“Elewa, you must love her.” It was God’s voice. Continue reading