Here I lay on my back with this precious child in my arms,
her head nestled into my chest and one of her little hands wrapped tightly
around my finger. I could feel the soft steady rise and fall of her breathing
as her other hand searched for mine under the covers. Once she found it she
held on tightly stroking my thumb with her tiny little fingers...
This was the moment.
The moment when the tears came.
Silent. Steady. They slid down my face into the darkness.
My thoughts were simple, my emotion helpless as I realized
this shouldn’t be me. I shouldn’t be the one holding this little girl in the middle of the night. Her hands shouldn’t be wrapped around mine, they should be wrapped
around her mothers.
But Happy doesn’t have a mother…or a father…she has lost all
of her family.
Happy is an orphan.
I have always known this, knew this months before coming
here, knew it the day I arrived. And yet…
Sometimes we know something but it doesn’t truly become
realized, it doesn’t truly become a reality until…a moment. A precious and
powerful moment.
This was my moment.
I knew Happy
was an orphan...
I placed her back into her crib for the night and crawled
back into my bed alone. Here I
longed for someone to scoop me up, wipe away my tears, hold my head to their
chest and tell me that this was all just a bad dream…
But I knew it wasn't.
beautiful. glad God is doing a good work in you and through you.
ReplyDeleteLet them come. Let them wash away the dust, the crusty mess on our faces.
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