To the Little Girl With the Dimpled Smile

I did not come to you out of altruism. I was not there out of selfish gain. I was not there because I wanted to be a rescuer. I actually am the rescued. I am the orphan. You and I have a lot in common. We both smile with our eyes. We both laugh until our stomachs hurt. We both dance like little wiggle worms. We both are orphans. That is not your name though. Your name is not HIV Positive. Your name is not Fatherless. Your name is not Orphan. our name is Child -- Wholely Beloved, Sweetly Embraced. Embraced with love, mercy, and grace. You are not forgotten.  I saw you crying in your caretaker's arm. I saw your tired face wishing your nap wan't interrupted. I pulled up my chair as your caretaker wrapped a small floral bracelet around your wrist. A smile cracked. Your eyes moved to my own wrists that were stacked with my own bracelets. Your smile widened when I gave you my red beaded bracelet. You were handed to me, and I fell in love with you. I haven't fall in love a lot, but I definitely fell in love with you. Before I found you, I had searched my room for "my person", the person I was suppose to meet that day. Your big cheeks hung on my shoulders as you dozed off. You stayed silent the whole I held you, but that spoke volumes to my heart. You picked up one of the boks that we brought to the orphanage, and I tried to read to you in my messy Spanish. I told you of how beautiful you are going to grow up to be. I told you that you will be such a good read, you are going to have a little library of your own. You are going to dance fiercely in the rain. Then, I realized that I don't know your future. I don't know if any of those will become true. There are many unknowns about you, the sweet dimpled girl that lied in my arms. Again, God taught me a lesson through a child's silence. He repeated to me that all of your unknowns are known by Him. Our unknown future is in the hands of an All-Knowing God who adopted us both. You have a home. You have a plan. You have a purpose. You belong, and you do have a Father -- a Father who gave you the eyes that shine as bright as the stars, the hands that wandered to the necklaces on my neck, the smile that deepened every time I tickled your little self. You showed me how to listen in silence. You showed me how to love in a radical way. You reminded me that Ia m an orphan who was given an eternal home by a loving Father. I pray that you know that truth, as well. 

Deuteronomy 10:14-19 //

"Indeed heaven and the highest heavens belong to the Lord, your God also the earth with all that is in it. The Lord delighted only in your fathers to love them: and He chose their descendents after them, you above all peoples, as it is this day. Therefore, circumcise the foresin of your hand, and be stiffnecked no longer. For the Lord your God is Gods of gods and Lords of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who shows no partiality nor takes a bribe. He administers justiced for the fatherless and the widow, and loves the strangers, giving him food and clothing."

You are equally loved, not rejected. Our God gives us a grace that overwhelms. He chose you. He handpicked you. You are His beloved. Please do not forget that. You taught me a lot, and you didn't even say a word. Thank you for giving me an embrace that reminded me of our good Father's embrace. You are so loved, Veronica. Te llamo. 

With big love,

A Stranger Finding Their Own Home