reflection: loving the nations

The faces are countless.

Their names sometimes a blur.

Many countries. Many climates.
Many families. Many orphans.
Many forgotten….but not these ones…I remember.

 

Crawling in my lap.

Smiling at me down the alley-way.

Helping me hammer nails into their new home.

Playing hours of duck-duck-goose.

Bringing fresh mangoes to my door every morning and skipping through the village.

Eating rice with our fingers while sitting on the ground.

Singing and dancing for Jesus in the rain.

Playing peek-a-boo. Painting faces.

Racing down the street.

Baking. Laughing. Singing. Shouting. Dancing. Coloring.
The list goes on and on.

The moments are embedded in my memory.

 

All I have are the pictures.

I sit and stare, remembering our time together.

My heart aches inside my chest.

It’s a deep ache. A strange ache I haven’t felt before.

There’s a newness, a rawness to this breaking inside.

I’m coming undone…and I know it’s just begun.

My eyes are constantly directed to tears – and I realize it’s almost been a year.

 

One things remains…”I run into His arms…the richness of His LOVE will always be enough…in His presence I’m made whole…I run into His arms! Nothing compares to His embrace…Light of the world…forever reigns!”

 

Here is a sample of some people who have changed my life…