watermelon seeds (12.13pm)

sometimes i stand heart racing in front of classrooms filled with cross-legged expectant children. i teach them about papua new guinea. 

a museum’s collections of artifacts becomes a living breathing culture as they touch and feel their way through hand-carved wooden crocodiles and shark’s teeth paddles.  pose with bilums large enough to carry sleeping babies and giggle through traditional laplaps wrapped around.

but it is the smallest moment that is biggest for me. when i hold up my watermelon seed necklace. oohs and aahs over transformation spill out. and pride in a people of overcoming stands next to hope that in life…memory will whisper to them of possible to make new.

“therefore, if anyone is in christ, he is a new creation.the old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”

2 corinthians 5:17 (ESV)

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