The other day we were a bit early to pick up Adelyne from school. So we were outside letting Maxwell run around. One of her former teachers came out and stopped to visit with us. After about 10 minutes of conversation, a big, white bus drives off. The teacher looks at it and said, “Oh, that was my bus.”
Richard and I were so sorry and told her so profusely. You see, in our village the bus only comes once or twice an hour.
She looked at us and said, “It doesn’t matter. I believe people are more important than buses.”
And we continued our conversation.
On the day of our 13th anniversary since we stepped foot in Poland, I would like to say this is one of the greatest lessons I have learned while living in Poland: People.
People are the most important.
Thank you, Poland, for teaching us such truths.
1 John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.