She
doesn’t know it yet, but her mother is dead and her father is not
around. In fact, no one knows who her father is. She has beautiful
brown eyes, and skin and hair. She is 4 months old now, and has been
living at the private orphanage we’ve been working with this month for
her entire life. But she won’t be able to stay forever.
Her
grandmother won’t sign her over to be adopted, instead opting to have
her raised in an orphanage, so she can visit when she feels like it. When being the operative word. She is in limbo right now. She isn’t given up or taken in. Good thing she doesn’t know it yet.
These
comforting walls will eventually be replaced by a large white washed
concrete group home. These caring hands will be replaced by who knows
what. Her warm crib could become a cot, or a tile floor. Will she be
hugged? Will they tell her she is beautiful? Will they hold her when
she cries? Will she ever know that she is loved. Will she ever know
God?
She doesn’t know it yet, but heartache is coming. Yet while
she is within an arms reach of me, no matter for how long, she will
stay wrapped warmly and fed regularly, cuddled and coddled and cooed
at. Because for now, she’s here. And now is what really matters.
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For all of us, now is what matters…make the most of the moment you hold now, no regrets, embrace, love and be the hands and feet of Jesus to those you touch.
Oh how God’s heart must break over these stories!
ok, where do I sign up?
These are the stories that break my heart. “Oh Jesus, please raise up an army of young people to make a difference. Use me oh God to lead and bless…”
Incredible. I love how Stacey tells stories.