I might never truly understand what home is like for each an every one of them, just as they would never fully understand what home is like for me. I might never related to the fear they face, the shame, the disappointments, and the reasons why there is so much tears into their eyes.
I might never fully understand why they value the little things I tend to take for granted or why they rejoice over what I may feel to be just another normal day.
But if I have to be honest with myself. Quite myself and sit still, I find myself in amaze when I realize that through such little eyes, a child could behold great wonders that I myself may feel blinded to see. They don't need to pretend to be someone else for people to honestly love them for who they are, all they need to be is that one very unique person "myself". I will never understand how their hearts could change so much in such a blink of an eye! one moment they walk in with their heads bowed low, anger in their voices, and tears welling up into their eyes, and the next moment before you know it they are leaping with joy and dancing with gladness. Is this part of just being a child? or is it possible that I too can be like this?
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Babsie: The face of hope |
You see a face like this, and tears will well up into your eyes because you realize that she is not really the face of Africa like you once thought she could be, she is a face of hope that could change the next generation. You see a simple smile like this that is not so wide and bright, yet your heart will melt deep within because for the first time you understand the value and deep appreciation behind it. Yes! finally hope is rising. Finally the dark clouds are lifting. Finally love will prevail. Finally the walls of shame, hatred, anger, and hopelessness that once sheltered them are crumbling down like the walls of Jericho and from the very foundation, God is rebuilding the ruins in a new way. With new materials. A new wall of Hope and Love.
Those faces that once walked in cast down are now held high. Those little figures that once use to drag their feet are now hoping for joy. Every time I quickly turn around to respond to those soft voices that calls me by my last name: It's Joy that I see smiling at me and I know that it's hope that embraces me around the waist or by the shoulders.