A Visit

Do you remember the young mother I met before school started? She asked me to buy the dream catcher and the star quilt? Well, I saw her again today, for the first time in a long while. She was pushing one of her kids in a stroller and I noticed that her abdamon was very swollen with child. I think that will be her fourth baby. Anyway, she looked more happy today. She told me that she got a temporary job working at an agency that services needy familes. I was really stoked for her. She asked to borrow so money to hold her over to pay day. I lent her the money, reasoning that if she didn't pay me back, I just wouldn't do it again. But I am confident that she will. She even asked me what time would be good for her to stop by that day.

There is just something about that girl that draws me. Perhaps it's just the raw pain I see gnawing away at her. Or maybe it's because she and her situation remind me so much of the child mothers I worked with in Northern Uganda. The horrible stench of hopelessness is never far from them. I pray that God uses this situation for His good will.