Saturday, December 19, 2015

She is not forsaken

One touch of her scarred hand. I recognize the touch, I've felt this before, in Haiti, in Uganda, now in Nepal. Her nails dented from her biting her fingers. 15 years old but far from looking 15.

Neglected, scorned, forgotten: words this child knows from experience. Words no child should ever know. Her quiet secluded manner around the other lively children tells me another story. She rocks herself back and forth, the way I've read children comfort themselves when they don't receive enough outside affection. She streaks back when another child accidentally touches her. She hates unintentional touch. So I touch her hand, at first she pushes it away. Then I gently put her hand in mine. Now she recognizes I meant to touch her, but she feels untouchable. 

I can't change the years of neglect she has experienced, but I can change this moment for her. She can know there is at least one person in this world who is not afraid to touch her. There is one person in this world who knows she is worth loving. There is one person in this world who knows her life should not be lived in an orphanage in a room by herself, terrified of the ones she is surrounded by. She can't see me, but she knows me. She can't see me, but she can feel me. She can feel my hand touch her back. She can feel my body sitting next to hers. She can feel my hand holding hers, and that is all that matters for now.

For now it doesn't matter she is blind. For now it doesn't matter she is mentally ill. For now it doesn't matter she was found alone in the jungle. For now it doesn't matter she was neglected, scorned, and forgotten. For now, all that matters is there is One who believes in her, knows her, and has not forgotten her. For now all that matters is this life is not all she has left to live. She has an eternal hope we were honored to tell her about. A hope that someday all of her fears and terrors will vanish in the Light of a perfect Father who has always loved her, never left her, and has seen her fully.

"For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." 1 Corinthians 13:12

Kalpana, you are wonderfully and beautifully created. The glory of God radiates from your being who you are. I pray your soul comes to acknowledge and see His glorious face, and know He is good. 

Kalpana, you are not forsaken.

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