I'm playing for love.
Because the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these: the little girl in foster care who can barely meet my eyes.
Who dots a spot of blue on her paper, then checks my face, to see if it's okay.
We sit, and she dots, and she keeps glancing up, checking to see if it's okay.
I tell her that this is her project.
I tell her that she gets to choose.
I tell her she is making something beautiful that belongs to her.
I tell her that she has good ideas about how to make it just the way she wants it.
Every time she looks up, my face is turned toward her, and I am smiling.
So, if you want to know what I'm doing there in my blue smock every Friday morning, I will tell you this:
I am playing for love.