A little over a month ago, while I was volunteering overseas, we were swamped with mosquitos. One day the babies and I were bitten on our arms and today in the shower I realized my bite was almost gone, if I didn’t know it was there, then I wouldn’t be able to see it and my heart ached. Oh how I long to be with them again, to hold them, rock them, play games, sing songs, feed and cheer them on as they learn to smile, hold their heads up, sit and make noises. I miss the incredible blessing these children with nothing gave me, I miss what they taught me, I miss seeing their fighting spirit filled with grace and hope and love. And today I felt our little connection no longer had a tangible sign…and somehow it hurt!
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I can only imagine what an incredible experience it must have been.
Perhaps you could put a little dot of permanent texta there to remind you. When you see it you can pray.
It kind of reminds me of a charity a few years ago here where a footballer had a small patch of his hair bleached to raise money for someone who had brain cancer and when their hair grew back they had a permanent blonde patch.