Growing Love

Well, so much has happened since my last blog and so many lessons and things that I have learned simply from living this thing called life. On monday morning we got a call from one of our beautiful girls that she had been hit by a car while driving her motorcycle to work. My heart kinda dropped and my first reaction was, is she okay? Yes, she had been brought to the hospital but information was very vague through it all. So we got in the car and headed over to the hospital where we found out that she had been brought up to the OR for surgery. Once again my heart dropped. My thoughts were, well it must be bad if she has to have surgery. So we go up to the OR, and see her laying in the bed, very scared and still shaken up from the entire thing. We begin to pray over her, for healing and just the calmness of His spirit, and little tears begin to fill my eyes. I have been given a love for these girls in just a short amount of time. A love that is hard to explain, accept that it must be God given. I was concerned for her as if she was mine to take care of, and didn't really even know I was capable of these types of things. However through it all she has been a trooper, and came through surgery and is now still recovering in the hospital.
On Tuesday we had to leave for Chiang Mai for our family vacation, where the girls went to a camp, and then we took them to the Chiang Mai zoo. At the camp, they had a section where they taught the girls about social problems in Thailand. And these issues covered, drugs, prison, aids, and abortions to cover the least. And during this session the man wanted the girls to pray and thank their mothers for giving birth to them, and going through with it. And I looked over the crowd and most of them were holding their faces, and crying very queitly. And I realized that some of these girls have never been given the chance to meet their mom. And some come from very hard situations that seem unfair and unjust. After the session, we all walked out, very quietly and very broken. My most cheerful girls, had no smiles, and the giggles were turned into a sea of quiet stillness. My heart was broken for these girls, and all I wanted to do is crawl into a room and just cry. And through my small amount of Thai and broken english, I try to make sure they are ok. And they all respond with yes, ok, good.
Within these past few days, my heart for these girls has grown from wanting to help, to needing to love on them till there is nothing left. Sometimes I forget really what they have been up against and what they have been through, because of all the giggling, smiling, cheering, and spunkiness. My desire for them to know true love, respect, and God's Spirit has grown leaps and bounds. There is no turning back. This is not something thats good, this is something thats imperative. This is not mission work, this is life. Love speaks us into action. I will act in love, because that is what I'm called to do.