You guys, I watched love win this week.
It’s not something we get to see often in this business of foster care,
But this week I got a glimpse of it.
I entered the tiny room, thick with despair
And emboldened by the prayers of the faithful,
I watched love crumble defenses, expose truth and bring hope.
They were sacred moments. Life-filled moments.
Hard to wrap words around.
I left that room a little breathless.
We were all taken aback with the immensity of it.
That was beautiful, I heard in the lobby, it says a lot about you.
But, friends, it doesn’t.
Not so much.
It says a lot about the Love I know.
Bread and cup in hand, I am reminded of another day when Love won.
I am, again, overcome with emotion to think of it.
A perfect, sinless sacrifice becoming sin. Conquering death.
I know again, in these moments, my ravenous need for this body and blood.
My desperateness, my utter dependence on a Deliverer.
I know again that I am not here to rescue.
I am here because I’ve been rescued.
Here in these sacred moments, hard to wrap words around.
Here in these life-filled moments
When Love wins.