Ode To A Ringworm
I've posted this before on my Kenya blog, but Steve posted it tonight...so I thought it might be worth re-posting.
After seven months in Kenya, bragging about how my DNA was so strong--both of my roommates had malaria, I did not--I found out I had ringworm...in the middle of my cheek. Lovely.
Since it was the end of the trip, Steve and the Saddleback team arrived a few days later, in the midst of my ringworm-glory...and Steve was so pleased with my disease that he wrote a little poem about it.
ODE TO A RINGWORM
I, of course, cried as he read it to me...then I cried reading it to Connie, Katie and Jana...and cried again typing it out on my blog...Those kids really do have my heart...and as much as I remember that silly ringworm, I love that I have that memory of having been so close to those lives, to those hearts, to those faces...
















































