In here it is not wise to freely go around taking pictures of people but we have found many children whose faces make us remember the children we left behind in Nicaragua.
But something very special has been happening since a few days ago. While my wife was laundering some of my shirts when she took down one of them from the drying rope she found on it a small butterfly that since that day has not flown away.
She has stayed in our dormitory quiet and cozy moving only from one little place to another, being the latest one a white Christmas polar bear teddy.
She is not one of the most beautiful butterflies on first sight, but when you keep on seeing her you begin to see in its brownish color beautiful details. This made me remember our spiritually adopted kids and made us meditate how wonderful is to be able to extend our love, care and protection to the little ones as my son Victor so tenderly says when he talks about his children.
All this has made me want to share with you my inner and deepest conviction that those children, our own flesh and blood and the ones who have come to you are the beautiful butterfly blessings that the Lord sends your way, and that He will make a way for every one of them.
It is for you to enjoy these blessings to the hilt by really loving them, not just giving them some material things or some temporary protection or some material dwelling for them to live in. What is most important is for them to be convinced that they dwell in your hearts and that you really love them as if they were your own.
Just a few moments ago while my wife was having her daily bible meditation, the little butterfly flew from the bear to her bible pages and then to her fingers.
What is the message from the Lord? She asked to the butterfly. I answered on its behalf... A message of communion in shared love! A message of gratefulness and trust on us by all the little butterflies that have beautified our home throughout our life! A reaffirming message that God will find a way for all the little butterflies of this world!
Our granddaughters are asking her. Grandma? Why is that little butterfly in our home? Is she sick? And grandma answers… My dear ladies… she needs our love! And they solemnly decided: we will love her!
Our granddaughters are asking her. Grandma? Why is that little butterfly in our home? Is she sick? And grandma answers… My dear ladies… she needs our love! And they solemnly decided: we will love her!
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