I’ve been thinking and writing lately about Stories of Hope.
As always, my thoughts return to the kids at the Home of Hope. I try to put myself in their tiny shoes, and I wonder what their story of hope might sound like.
I try to imagine my childhood in the horrible, abusive environment of a brothel. Watching my mother forced to sell herself over and over, day after day. Trying to understand my mom’s gut-wrenching decision to send me away.
I imagine adjusting to an unfamiliar environment, to my own bed and school and things I could never even dream about. If I’m one of the “fortunate” ones I might even get to see my mom occasionally.
It’s futile, of course. I can’t even picture the world through the eyes of my neighbor’s kid, let alone a child from a different culture who has experienced unspeakable trauma. But I find comfort in knowing Jesus is there. He sees through their little eyes and knows exactly what they feel and think, even when they don’t know how to express it.
It’s not enough to find comfort. Jesus asks us to join Him on the journey of seeking justice for these little ones. Seek justice… set things right, as much as possible.
Perhaps that’s my answer – as a little one is rescued and restored, they compose their Story of Hope.
As I said last time, these will be difficult stories. I’m sure some don’t have the happily-ever-after ending we wish for.
But Jesus is there. There’s hope.
HOPE: A confident expectation about the future based on belief that God keeps His promises.