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we all have a story…..

June 11, 2012


as i sat waiting to meet up with a friend today, my heart was torn to shreds.


i hadn’t anticipated the affect this day would have on me–not in the least.


this friend happens to work in a facility that reaches out to victims of sexual assault. i knew this when i went to meet up with her.



but what i didn’t know was that my friend was running behind and that i’d be waiting for her in the waiting room of this organization.


along with numerous victims of sexual assault.


as I sat in the waiting room, my eyes came to rest upon a precious little girl, not much older than my youngest daughter.


she sat shyly and quietly next to her mama, who glanced at her often with sad, sweet eyes.



eyes that held the sadness of someone who knew what it was to be rejected and abused.


as I watched this mama sit there with her sweet girl, i assumed that the mama was there to meet with a counselor—until the counselor came into the room and called not the mama, but the little girl.



holding back tears, i watched as the mama sadly watched her baby girl walk away with the counselor.


from one mama to another, our eyes met and held for a moment.


in that moment, i wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around this young mama and hold her and promise her that everything was going to be okay.


instead i smiled at her and told her that her baby girl was beautiful. She shyly said thank you and quickly busied herself with a book.



as i sat there, i began to think about how quickly i can judge someone by the clothes they wear, or the way the carry themselves,or even worse — by wether or not they’re believers.


i sat there, ashamed and sorry for being so quick to assume and at the same time, thanking God for giving me those few moments in that waiting room…..


for it was in those few moments that he opened my eyes and helped me to realize that i’m not the only one with a story, and i’m not the only one who’s walked hard roads.



he used a precious little girl with eyes like her mama’s to give me a burden for the less fortunate, for those who have been the victim of vicious crimes.


and he helped me see how very fortunate i am — me, who was once one of the less fortunate. Me, who was a single mama for four years, left to raise a beautiful brown eyed girl, all on my own.


life may be hard and the trials very real,but i can say with all confidence that God has been kind and he has redeemed my life from the pit.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 11, 2012 9:35 pm

    Amen, Patty.

  2. June 11, 2012 9:36 pm

    Amen, Patty. The Lord is indeed kind and has redeemed our lives from the pit. Praise God!

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