Ellie and I were looking at a publication today by a ministry who works in several parts of the world to help children and orphans. (My sweet friend, Sheri, will be going to Ethiopia early next year with this group to minister to young girls who have been rescued from the sex trade.)
There was a photo of a very sickly, extremely malnourished African infant in the arms of one of the missionaries. It was a difficult picture to see and I would have maybe shielded Ellie from it had I realized it in time.
She was so lovely. She said, “Oh, that baby. I love that baby. I want to love that baby.”
Thankfully, Little One, Someone loves that child.
Seeing that child in the missionary’s arm was almost like seeing Jesus holding that dear one. We are his hands and feet. We dare not under emphasize how His love can be borne through us.