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The privilege of knowing inspiring people.

The time has come when the "last time..." of things is starting to happen. Yesterday was my last time meeting with NUCLEO, which is a network of all the governmental and non-governmental organisations in the city which work with streetkids. We were doing our anual evaluation and planning and spent the day together. Although a busy day, it was good to get away and see the positives and the potentials from last year. As I was listening and talking to these extraordinary people, I realized just what a privilege it has been to be a part of this network.

Even if it has meant years of productive (and unproductive) meetings, and maybe not always as much efficiency as would be desired, it has meant that I have gotten to know some really inspiring people. People who really stand up for and go many extra miles to see change and restoration in the lives of the streetkids. People who don't give up, even when the kid goes back to the streets again and again and again. People who have chosen to allow themselves to really love and care for the streetkids.

Not many of the projects are Christian, and it makes me think: if these people are this amazing now, imagine if you added the transforming power and grace of Jesus to it. I am so grateful to God that this city has these people working in it, and even after I leave, I know the streetkids will always have many streetworkers fighting for them and showing them value and dignity.

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