Hope

A new chapter begins. Not just because school started and summer is officially over, but I feel it in my bones.

To recharge with positivity, I decided to read a Psalm in the morning, with Conrad and, if J wakes up early, with her too.

My heart is still heavy thinking of J’s little sister. She 1.5 y now. My friend Ligia has a 1.5 y girl, and when I realized this yesterday, I had to hold back my tears. Seeing Ligia’s loving demeanor and availability, tireless care, though baby M is the youngest of four, and a handful, I long for the days when my money will fly out the window, on diapers and other necessities, and I’ll be stretched thin by exhaustion.

As far as I know, right now, J’s little sister is in an orphanage. And has no one to call her own, to rest her little heart in, to be held to her hearts delight. So I pray. I pray like I have not prayed before. It burns my heart, and it won’t let me sleep. This one little girl is precious to me and I am here to intercede, and lift her up in prayer incessantly.

So looking for a Psalm to read, my eyes fell on Psalm 142, it sounded to me just like the prayer J’s sister would utter, and maybe her innocent heart does, better than words could capture, from her little orphanage crib.

1 I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
2 I pour out before him my complaint;
before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who watch over my way.
In the path where I walk
people have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.