I’m sitting next to you, in awe. Everything about you is beautiful. Your name is Lalita. I watch you laugh, and interact with those around you the best you can. I wonder what life in your shoes is like. To be a two-year-old girl, living at an orphanage in India, and blind. I can’t relate to you at all. I grew up in America, have a loving family, and have no disabilities. I can’t seem to understand your walk, but my heart becomes more and more full, as I get to know you.
As I sit here with you, I can’t help but think about the plans the Lord has for you. I want to tell you how much He loves you, and that you have a Father in Heaven that adores you. There is purpose in your loss of sight. I hope you know you can dream big dreams, regardless of what you may be told. I feel like my heart could explode while thinking about all these things I hope you can understand one day.
As my mind is running wild thinking about the Fathers love for you, I can feel myself getting overwhelmed with emotions, so I push them back and continue to dance and sing with you on a rooftop. There are about twenty other kids up here with us, and my team as well. We are putting on a “jump and jive” music class for you all. Your little arms shaking music eggs to the beat of the songs, and your big smile brings so much joy to all around you. If only you could see it.
The class is now ending, the sun starts to set, and it’s time to say goodbye. I’ve only know you for an hour, and you probably won’t remember me, but saying goodbye is abnormally hard. I give you a hug and walk home with my team with a heavier heart than what I had coming in.
I’m now lying in bed trying to fall asleep, but tears fill up my eyes as I try to wrap my mind around how anyone could have abandoned you, and how much they are missing out on now. Then I remind myself that God has a plan, something I so desperately wanted you to understand a couple hours ago. It was clear as day then, but now I struggle with the thought.
Then it happens. I’m convicted. God asks me if I believe that He loves me the same way he loves her. If I believe His plan for me is good. The tears about double in size. God loves her. God loves me. Furiously. My own daily hurts and struggles are just as important to Him as little Lalittas are.
There is no comparison. There are no conditions. His love for us, is not dependent on us. He loves us because that’s who He is. Simple as that.
I think I have finally found Freedom! True freedom. And now I get to rest in the truth. A peaceful night and a sunny day await me.
