I wanted to share with you this story, because I think it may put into perspective the innocence of kids and their genuine concern. On our last day of the children’s activities in Yucatan, Mexico we were spending time with the kids, just hanging out and talking to them. Since they knew it was the last day we were going to be there we received so many hugs. They asked us to sign their shirts, and they were taking pictures any chance they had. As I was signing some shirts, a kid named Miguel, although he asked us to call him Mike, came to me asking how to say words in English. After a few minutes he was going to others from the group saying in broken English “You’re nice,” “I will miss you,” and even “thank you for my bracelet.” But on that day he asked me, “how do you say basement in English.” He came to me three or four times asking the same thing. After a few minutes some girls from the group asked me, “what is he saying?” Or “what is he trying to say?” After I asked him, he said “I’m asking them if they have a basement.” So I asked him why do you need to know if they have a basement? His answer was. I hear that there are tornadoes in the USA and I want them to be safe. Reminds me what Jesus said in Matthew 18:10, “See that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that their angels in heaven continually see the face of My Father who is in heaven.” He barely knew us, and he cared for us. I want that childlike heart.