I wanted to tell her that she is LOVED, but all could do was give her a smile.
I wanted to tell her that there is more to life that the small village that she calls the world, but all I could do was take a step closer in her direction.
I wanted to tell her that education is important, but all I could do was chase her up and down the street.
I wanted to tell her that she doesn’t have to get married at 14 and have a child at 15, but all I could do was tickle her.
I wanted to tell her that she is enough, but all I could do was gaze into yer precious little eyes.
Sunday, December 17th my team walked into a village that was located roughly an hour away from the school we have been teaching at, immediately a group of 7 little girls began hesitantly following us around. As they lingered we visited a local’s house in which 15 family members lived in, the house being no larger than my bedroom back home. When I came back out I had to remind myself that this was real life, I was not in a dream but instead I was surrounded by real people whom God loves every bit as much as you and I.
The walls began to break down between the girls and I, and slowly we began chasing each other. My heart began sinking in the deep. In my human eyes, I felt as if these girls were stuck in a prison and there was nothing I could do or say to get them out. Impprisoned in a culture that tells them they are unloved, they don’t matter, and that that there’s nothing out there for them that’s bigger than themselves.
In my own power I could only give them joy for a short moment; but the good news is I believe in a God of the impossible, who can turn that moment of joy into something greater, something eternal. I am so thankful that the Little Girl’s life is not my weight to bear but that Jesus holds it in His. I simply get the privilege of being a light that can point Her to the One who turns ashes into beauty, opens the blind eyes, adopts children from this world into being sons and daughters of The King, redeems, and is love to all.
