another sublime moment I can’t help but preserve; i am carefully writing in a demure posture for fear of waking the the three precious bodies that lay tangled across my lap and legs. The little darlings asked me to sing them to sleep so as they breathe heavy I pray for their dreams. I beg God that they may dream big, like Eph 3:20 style. The inability to dream is the poverty of the mind. So each day I push them to see how far outside of their heritage they can dream, this history has no need of repeating. They can change the world, but how do I harvest a dream in a trapped mind. Maybe I need to call Leonardo DiCaprio in for the ultimate inception job.
but God whispers in my mind “Christ has no body on earth but yours, no hands but yours, no feet but yours.”
what a treasure, I get to be the most tangible appearance of Jesus that these girls will never experience. Where harsh hands have abused them in the past and their existence now is inside a crowded house with shared space among 30 girls vying for attention. I get to wrap my arms around them and hold their fragile fingers for this season. I get to pulse the message that God created them with purpose and value and that their lives are eternally irreplaceable through their veins.
When they cling to my arms, I better not think for one minute that I let go before they do. I hope I never shrug off her reaching towards me. I better never resent their sweaty dirty hands resting on my face. Mine are the hands of Jesus and perhaps the only touch of genuine love they may feel for awhile.
27 Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27
