Grace.

   

Mama Grace found her in the rubbish pile.  Her lifeless body with the trash- thrown away and unwanted. She was only around the corner from our house.  My heart grieves.  If only she had been taken to the babies home, a police station, or hospital. But if only's don't come true. A child who had her whole life ahead of her, tossed away with the garbage.  Nobody to save her, nobody who whispered that she is loved and cherished.

Grace found us the same way too. Laying lifeless by the wayside.  Needing life to be breathed into us and around us and through us.  And we are helpless, death engulfed us and we had no escape. None.  But our story is different than that tiny babe who died alone under the African sun.  Grace found us.  Breathed into our souls and made us new.  Laying in a manger, not fit for a King who came to save, we found grace.  And grace found us.  We were lifted out of the pit of rubbish and brought to new life.  Life because of a Savior who loves the ones who have been tossed aside by the world, but found and made beautiful in Him.  Grace found us and whispered "you are worth something- I'll give my own life for yours". Amazing grace. 

   

   And I can have hope.  Because grace came to save me many, many years ago- because He knew one day I'd be like that babe, helpless and alone, left to die if no one came for me.  I can have hope because one day, because of grace I will spend eternity with the Savior who became small enough to save.

The One who lifted that small babe from the rubbish pile and into an eternity of rejoicing.

The pictures are NOT of the babe who is now with Jesus- but one of our smallest babes at Amani.