Tonight: "Mom, is there anything I can do for you, to help you feel more ready and get ready for India?" Ache in my chest....tears fill my eyes. "Aw, Claire. What a nice thing to ask. Thank you so much for asking. Let me think about it, ok?" "OK mom. Good-night."
Claire. You can help me with the medicine. I'm taking medicine to India. It isn't the kind of medicine that comes in a white bottle, with a label. It's a different kind of medicine. I'm bringing it because it is not as effective if I fed-ex it, or email it, or pray it. I have to deliver it. It treats symptoms of lonliness, sorrow, grief. It is applied physically, with human hands and a smile and sometimes tears. It takes some prayer for it to work. It warms the soul when the Holy Spirit takes hold of the recipient....and benefits the one applying the medicine as well. I'm taking this special medicine to India, to SCH.
How can you help, my sweet daughter? You already have. Your love proves to me that love grows healthy children. Your compassion and your readiness to give prove to me that when the Holy Spirit dwells in children, they can be whole. This is special, magic medicine and it is very valuable. God is trusting me to deliver it. Please help me by being the person who is proof that the medicine works.
I will hold children and pray over them and sing to them. I will take lots of pictures and make some memories and beg God to help me memorize these kids so that when I get home and I miss them and I ache to hold them some more because they do not have a mama and they deserve on, when that happens I will be hurting. I will come home sad and overwhelmed and broken by their have-not.....but Claire will have some of the medicine here. For me. She will give it to me when I get home. She helped research this medicine. She, too, has the patent. I'm trusting her to keep enough to "fix mom" when I get home.
This medicine is of the Lord. We all have access to it. Some of us have it sitting in the medicine cabinet, used once and forgotten. Better check the expiration date.
Claire. You can help me with the medicine. I'm taking medicine to India. It isn't the kind of medicine that comes in a white bottle, with a label. It's a different kind of medicine. I'm bringing it because it is not as effective if I fed-ex it, or email it, or pray it. I have to deliver it. It treats symptoms of lonliness, sorrow, grief. It is applied physically, with human hands and a smile and sometimes tears. It takes some prayer for it to work. It warms the soul when the Holy Spirit takes hold of the recipient....and benefits the one applying the medicine as well. I'm taking this special medicine to India, to SCH.
How can you help, my sweet daughter? You already have. Your love proves to me that love grows healthy children. Your compassion and your readiness to give prove to me that when the Holy Spirit dwells in children, they can be whole. This is special, magic medicine and it is very valuable. God is trusting me to deliver it. Please help me by being the person who is proof that the medicine works.
I will hold children and pray over them and sing to them. I will take lots of pictures and make some memories and beg God to help me memorize these kids so that when I get home and I miss them and I ache to hold them some more because they do not have a mama and they deserve on, when that happens I will be hurting. I will come home sad and overwhelmed and broken by their have-not.....but Claire will have some of the medicine here. For me. She will give it to me when I get home. She helped research this medicine. She, too, has the patent. I'm trusting her to keep enough to "fix mom" when I get home.
This medicine is of the Lord. We all have access to it. Some of us have it sitting in the medicine cabinet, used once and forgotten. Better check the expiration date.
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