Last week I introduced you to Yuri if you didn't read that post here it is for your (Yuri) and I also told you I had so many stories and feelings but I promised I was gonna get them up here to share. So today I want to share with you about the boy I lovingly refer to as my sweet orange boy.
On our 1st full day in Rwanda we headed outside of Kigali to a city called Bugasera. We were going to love on a group of school children and also do some home visits with the pastor from the local church. As the bus pulled up the kids and their parents awaited our descent off the stairs. Little brown hands grabbed for big white hands all the while saying mazunga mazunga mazunga (white person) as we scattered across the grass with coloring sheets, crayons, stickers and sharpies for nail polish I saw a sweet little boy in orange. Now you may know that for the past 4 months my left foot has been in a boot from a car accident. That boot was going to make it a wee bit tricky to sit on the grass and color so I did the next best thing - I took Emily's camera and started shooting.
Mama of the sweet boy in orange made sure at least a dozen times that her son got in front of my lens. And while I knew he was not a school age child I obliged and shot photo after photo after photo. When I put the camera down all the sweet orange boy wanted was for me to hold him and again I obliged. He loves to laugh and to kiss and he sure LOVES to be snuggled.
As our time was coming to a close and as we gathered with all the children and parents to sing and rejoice in all HIS glory - that is when a much bigger than me part of the story came to life.
You see my sweet orange boy is Deaf - yes the boy I had snuggled on and kissed, and giggled with - who also loved to lick the inside of your nose if you were not quick enough was in so many ways just like Teddy. Now when his mama brought him to me and placed him before the camera she had no way of knowing I understood her journey. You see I had no idea why God had called me to Rwanda this summer and yet within 24hrs on the ground I sat with and laughed with talked with a mama who in some ways shared a common story. This mama and my sweet orange boy with stay in my heart for the rest of my life.
May you take a moment today and pray for this warrior mama as she continues to advocate and give her son the best possible life. May you also pray for my sweet orange boy that he continues to know he is loved and cherished.
|Yes my sweet sweet boy you are LOVED|
|My sweet orange boy - may you always know you are HIS chosen son|
|Even Brooklyn got in on the love and nose licking|
|Precious precious mama you are a warrior|