http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXiRuSIXbns
Wonder who she is.
There once was a small girl in my life and she happened to be seven. I had hoped to have her as my sister one day, but she was taken some where else. I remember listening to this song with my mom, as she cried. You see her name was Alicia (the small girl) and she was startling to see. Something in the way she moved. Always a prance never a walk. She would make her way from place to place on her tip toes and then suddenly turn on her heals.
When I first met Alicia, her teeth were black and her hair was a few inches long. What would startle you is not the unusual appearance, but rather her beauty, her hunger for life, and her desire to love and be loved.
It was not something she had always had. Love had been stolen from her and she was robbed at a young age.
When the social workers found her, she was starving to death. In the literal sense, not the one that bratty little kids use " I'm starving to death Mom can we get some McDonald's?" It's simply not our reality, but it was hers. For many years she lived in this reality, so different from the one she sees now.
She was scripted into my life when my grandparents (Mimi and Papa) took her in as their foster child. She began to love she began to receive love. Love began to bear the burden of this small girl. She began see the world with eyes wide open.
Spinning, Laughing, Dancing......
Maybe we should try.
Are you starving to death?
1 COR. 7 "Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things"
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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