I wrote this in my journal on 09.26.12.
Today I met Lucky.
She came up to me right away at the clinic and immediately started playing with the blue-ish gray hair tie on my wrist & touching my hand and arm. She was the most beautiful six year old I've ever seen.
It didn't take long for me to become smitten with her. Nor did it take long for that hair tie to disappear from my wrist and go on hers. She examined the little hairs on my hand and ran her tiny hand up and down my arm feeling how smooth it was. She would run off and play for a little while, but always came back. She later seemed fascinated by my other bracelets and played with the faded black one with a single light blue and pale coral thread wrapped around it. Shortly after I began to loosen it and she helped me untie it. I then tied it onto her tiny little wrist next to my old hair tie that she had doubled up and wore as jewelry. She was absolutely adorable–oh so precious.
Our whole relationship was based on a mutual affection and virtually no words; I believe she spoke Quiche, and let's face it, my Spanish is severely lacking. I felt so loved by her. Jim, the Doctor I was working with at the clinic, referred to her as my little admirer. I adored her and I think she felt the same way about me. It was a joy to give her my hair tie and bracelet. In Spanish I pointed to the bracelets on our wrists and said "One for you and one for me."
But she stole something from me.
My heart.
Little Lucky held it in her hands.
I am so thankful that I got to meet her. It was a bonus that I got to get a picture with her, as I didn't bring my own camera that day. She wouldn't smile at first as soon as the camera was pointed her direction, but she leaned her head against my shoulder and it was the sweetest thing. I savored those precious moments. I saw Jesus in how she loved me so quickly and so softly and so sweetly. Her love seemed so genuine. So pure. I prayed that she felt His love through me. I relished in our time together and felt ever so loved by Him through her… her with her tiny hands. She held my hand for a minute and my heart melted.
This was my last clinic that I helped with (yay for getting to use my nursing skills! :)). I cannot imagine a better way to have spent the day and finished out my time as a nurse in Guatemala. However, I was sad that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. The next time I came outside, she was gone. I think the Lord used it to protect me though, as I would have been really sad to actually see her walk away.
Can't say the thought of adoption didn't cross my mind.
I fell in love that day. It all happened so fast. And this is only the beginning. Welcome to month one.
