I'm so glad she feels the freedom to come to my house, for one. Sometimes people tell me they thought about coming by but thought I might be busy (which I'm generally not).
Second, I'm excited that she's doing the homework, and doing it with enough thought to have questions. Instead of skipping the question or putting the best answer she could think of, she really wanted to understand.
And lastly I was glad for the opportunity to serve. She stayed for 20 minutes, recounting strange stories and what not. Tim and I mostly contributed to the conversation with head nods. It occurred to me that she probably doesn't get many chances to be heard and that our listening was an offering we could give to her and to God.
A good start to the week.