Sunday, October 14, 2012

Never To Be Forgotten~ Day 14 {Make. It. Count.}

Her reaction was completely unexpected.

Four years earlier,
 when just three years old,
this precious little girl and I met in a preschool classroom.

Her mom and dad in jail, she now lived with her grandpa and since grandpa had to "work, honey. I'm sorry but I have to leave you here so I can go to work, sweetheart," she spent her days with me and ten other three year olds.

To look at her, you would have thought her life was made of happy. In dresses and bows, her beautiful face drew others to her, but her heart, in turmoil and distress, pushed away and ran in the other direction.

Little by little, day by day, she slowly welcomed me into her world. By the end of the year, we were heart to heart. But, as is so normal in life, change came. The Lord led me to a new school across the country. This precious little one and I said good bye.

Four years later, the Lord opened the door for me to re-visit New Jersey and the school that held so many memories (and a piece of my heart). Imagine my surprise when I was told this precious little girl was now attending 1st grade at the Christian school next door.

As I raced to try and find her, my feet tried desperately to keep up with my heart.

I peeked in the small classroom door window, and as I did, I spotted a girl in the far corner of the room.

Her reaction was totally unexpected.

As she turned to speak to a classmate,
she spotted me spotting her.
Without hesitation,
she dropped the book she was holding and came running in my direction.

Blurry running girl
{Photo Credit}

I barged into the room and ran straight into her open arms.

As we embraced, tears flowed down my cheeks.

How could she possibly remember me after all these years?
Four years to be exact?
She was only three when I saw her last?

Curiosity getting the better of me, I looked down at her beautiful face and asked,
"Do you still remember me, after all these years?"

As our eyes met, she squoze me even tighter, and spoke the words I will never forget,

"I don't know your name, but I know you love me."

How fitting that she didn't remember my name.
Who I was didn't matter.
Who I was wasn't important.
 I was simply the one chosen by God to pour His love into this young, battered and shattered little heart.

She had felt His love and four years later,
she had not forgotten it.







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2 comments:

  1. This speaks to my heart today, as I watch my nieces three year old girl who has a daddy in jail, I have watched her go into deep grief and also watch her cling to me, because I am safe.
    Yes love is a language we always remember.

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  2. Wow--truly, that's all I can say at this point. What amazing power we have, as human beings, to truly show the love of God to others. And how often do we use it? How often do I use it? When Jesus spoke of the power and victory that love holds, what you demonstrated to this child is exactly what he meant. When Paul writes that the greatest of all gifts is love, what you demonstrated to this child is exactly why. We talked about leaving a legacy at church today. What a beautiful legacy you have left in the heart of this child!!

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