Catching a Glimpse… (2)

They have unlocked some things inside of me that I didn’t realize were there. They have opened my heart to recieve. To be able to recieve the gifts, the hugs, them searching through the crowd for me, wanting to sit close to me, wanted to play ball, wanting to show me what they have made or done, when they hold my hand outside the tuk tuk when we are about to pull away, the way they want to be wrapped up in my arms, they desire the protection. They have been able to open my eyes to so much more.

There was one day when we were at the orphanage and the boy were just being boys. They were running around pretending to beat each other up. Well Rong, Sokny, and Rathana would yell out “Mommy”, for protection. They would run back to me and possibly seeing if I would help them. They desire that protection.

I did run and help them and play along but I didn’t not harm anyone because I know the ones that were chasing Rong desired the same thing, I just grabbed them up in a big hug. Then slowly they would back each other up, they would stand up for one another. Other kids would join in and I think it was just to yell “mommy” and run to someone. Who doesn’t desire that? To know that someone was there to run to if they were in help, in need. If they could get a glimpse of what that was like or remember what it was like. 

There is so much power that is in that word, mom, mommy. When looking up the word mother it says, “a person who provides the care and affection“, “look after kindly and protectively“. I believe this is in our nature to have someone there for you, and when you don’t have a mother there you look for that in other people.

Since being here I have desired to be there for these kids while I can. I want to wrap them in my arms. I want them to know that when they sit with me they are safe. I want to protect these kids from harm. I want them to be able to receive the love that they should. I want to be with them when they are sad. I want to be excited with them when they do something. I want to be proud of them. I want to share joy with them. I just want them to be loved like they are called to be loved. 

While wanting to be there for them, I have realized, God has the same desires for all of us. That is what God desires of me for him. He wants to share all the things that I want to share with them, with me. He wants to do that with everyone.

God is the creator. He created us. Why would he not want to share life with what He brought into this world?