Young Missionary, Week 5

My organized, task-oriented side thinks that having children on a missions team must be a nightmare. Special airfare, picky eaters, early bed times, messy work projects, walking slow…and then I stand here looking down at all of the paint dripped on the sidewalk by the adults, and I look up at the 4 year old running tirelessly with his Bolivian peers, I watch the older boys sit on the stairs and read him books in Spanish, I watch all of the boys with their eyes glued on him as he runs to his father's side after being called for. Will this 4 year old ever know the example he set by befriending these boys, giving away his Hot Wheels, and completely trusting and loving his father? That rational part of me never would have expected a 4 year old to be such a life changing missionary to so many. But now I've seen it with my own eyes.