the 3 of them first arrived. I noticed them lingering on the side of the room timidly as if they were waiting for permission to play the game that sat a few feet from them. I was not sure if they were just shy, or so new to the apartment complex that they had not yet been tainted by the misbehavior of the other kids. Regardless, I went over to meet them and invited them to be brave enough to open the worn out box of Sorry that was a small arm's length away.

They agreed to play and told me they were siblings. The oldest brother introduced them all: AJ, Carlos and Sophie.

A few rounds into the game they were laughing, joking, smiling and following all of therules without a complaint. Feeling confident in their ability to both have fun and not kill one another, I decided my goal was accomplished and went to play with other kids whose ability in those things I was unsure of.

The room got progressively chaotic as more children appeared in the doorway. My partner and I scurried around signing in kids, playing games and encouraging kindness. The three new siblings remained in their corner joyfully playing their game of Sorry.

When the time came for Bible study we picked up and prayed. Though most of the kids erred on the side of rowdy, I was amazed by how they tended to calm after we prayed.

The three new kids were attentive during the lesson and answered questions when prompted. Though I