Nicoleta’s Smile.

Aug 7

It’s the smile that first captivated me. It’s ever-present. And it’s powerful to melt hearts.

Nicoleta snuggled into my lap as we listened to the story of Stephen at Kids Beach Club. She did her best to pay attention, even with the distraction of Hawaiian leis, nametags, treasure chests, and her little sister Bianca sitting next to her. Her hairstyle was far too familiar – I had seen it on countless orphans in third-world countries as an easy remedy for a lice breakout. And her clothes were tattered and dirty. But that smile. Oh that smile.

The story of Stephen taught about courage – about being brave in the midst of hard times, about being an overcomer in Christ. I looked at Nicoleta and her sister. Neither really understand the meaning of the word “courage,” but…

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