We drove by her in the taxi today. Her daughter was by myside and I pulled her in closer to me, just in case she had spotted her, too.
I felt it in the pit of my stomach, rising up as it does every time we cross paths. Even if she doesn’t see me, I see her and a wave of emotion overcomes me as I think:
What if that were me?
I glance over at my blonde-haired loves and wonder what it would be like to forget them. To know that they were out there somewhere, but to not really care. I pull my brown-eyed beauty closer still.
And I remember. Grace. That is the only difference.
Because sometimes I am tempted to be angry with her, this woman who gave birth to my daughter. I want to lash out even and say, “How could you?! Don’t you see what you have done? What mother can do that??”
Especially after long days when the thoughts try to enter my mind of how this woman abandoned this girl and now we are left piecing things back together while she goes on merry her way.
But it’s not really like that at all. Not one bit.
Because not too long ago, she was also that broken little girl. She was longing for love and a place to call home. I don’t know much about her, but I imagine she didn’t plan this life this way. I imagine in the beginning she didn’t plan to abandon her own flesh and blood, to leave them begging in the streets.
But she did.
And so will many others. Hopelessness.
And God knows I don’t have the answers to this cycle of hurt people hurting people. It’s a vicious cycle and when you live in the midst of it and you see the kids all around you that are just one short decade from statistically becoming the abandoners instead of the abandonees, it’s overwhelming.
Grace. It’s all there is.
And so we pray for this generation in this little Amazonian town that maybe God would allow us to be a tiny speck of a part in showing them what it can be like when the orphans have a true Father. When the abandonees can grow up to be men and women who love, give, serve, forgive.
God gave us one that is now tightly knit in our family forever.
For three others, He called us to start Grace House for them to find Refuge.
This year, we are praying that we can do even more in this little town to show God’s grace to these littles.
Will you join us? Will you commit to pray for Grace Houseand the abandoned and abused of this Jungle town?
Let’s be the church and watch as Christ transforms a generation that can impact generations to come.
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