Hard things happen here. I share photos of beautiful kids on the mend. Smiles. Laughter. Sunshine. Light. Miracles. Healing.
But, hard things happen here. Don’t forget that. I can’t. I won’t. Rarely are photos shared of the hard things. Those are private. Not to hide the hard things, but to protect those that must endure them.
Today I held a precious baby boy. 10 months old. 3 lbs. I held him a long time. Rubbed his back. Felt every rib. Trimmed his nails. Held his tiny fragile hand.
As I go to bed tonight……. will I get the chance to hold him again? Tomorrow? Ever, this side of Heaven????
It’s one of many hard things in Haiti. Here, at Real Hope, they fight hard to save little lives. When the fight can’t be won…..they grieve. They cry. The loss is deep.
It’s the worst of the hard things.
But, for a few hours, he was held. Close to my heart. Outside in the fresh air.
That wasn’t a hard thing at all. It was holy.
November 13, 2018
