Dear Zimbabwe,
You found it, you found my heart for children. Not that I had ever lost it, but you found a new part that I hadn’t yet fully understood or appreciated. There’s something unreal about combining a passion for children, and a compassion for the broken and abused. You’ve given me a new love, one that works alongside the love I’ve always known, but one that is, on its own, something powerful. That love is hope.
I came hoping for nothing in particular, but I left with a hope filled and driven by love. I have a hope for these children, and it’s a hope with faith and belief. I believe these children will no longer know brokenness and pain, but joy and fulfillment. I believe they will find love in the small things, and passion in the big. I believe they will begin to shine, perhaps at first like a small flame, but soon like a fire that reaches the sky. I believe they will touch lives like no one before, and in that make the difference in the world that so many have tried to make.
You’ve taught me to hope for my future. I’ve always had hope, but I realize I’ve hoped for small things, and now I have hope for the impossibly large things. I have hope that my children will one day bring love and hope to others, and be a light brighter than the generations before them. I have hope that my children will bring a kindness that the world has not yet seen. I have hope.
And in this hope I have faith that all these things will come, that they are a promise waiting to be fulfilled. It’s a truly beautiful thing you’ve given me, and I will forever cherish it. You will always have a place in my heart.
In hope and love,
Sydney
