Beads of sweat were rolling down her face. She was fighting keeping her eyes open and her head was bobbing. As I watched her struggling, I so badly wanted to pick her up and hold her.
But she was covered in dirt. The only place to sit was ground that was either this red clay that stains or prickly grass, neither was an appealing choice. And it felt like a hundred degrees outside, who really wants another human being sitting on them in that weather?
One last head bob and her face found its way to the ground. I couldn’t do it anymore….
It’s just clothes Emily, they can be washed. So what if it’s uncomfortable, she needs to be held.
So I scooped her up and placed her on my lap. Immediately I felt her body completely relax and all her weight lay against my body. Poor thing couldn’t breathe through her nose and her lungs sounded course. Clearly she didn’t feel good.
These orphans come to carepoints to be fed and get loved on. I don’t even know her name but what I do know is that day she didn’t need the food as much as she needed someone to hold her. She needed a body that she could rest against and feel loved and safe. I almost let my selfishness get in the way of a beautifully simple moment where Jesus invited me to love the least of these.
