Beauty

What Beauty Is:

Seeing a little orphan girl light up when given a new little dress to replace her only tattered and torn one.

Seeing a child who was once thin, sickly and suffering, now healthy and full of life with robust cheeks.

Seeing a hopeless father not able to feed his many children, due to the injustice of war, regain his dignity with a regained excitement for life.

Seeing a grown man well up with tears of gratitude, once given a means to help his family.

Seeing a 3 year of little boy severely beat, almost to death by his mother, learning to trust a female adult again, and nuzzling into another woman’s arms.

Listening to teenage girls share their dreams with me, knowing just recently they had no hope for a future due to their circumstances.

Seeing a dying child given hope through adoption.

Seeing justice prevail when abusive men who use children for their own gain, get incriminated.

Seeing a little baby discarded on the streets, rescued and given love and a new life.

Seeing a mother of many children no longer having to hear her children cry themselves to sleep at night, due to their bellies being empty, because someone cared enough to help her.

Seeing two lovers lose each other during a 14 year civil war in their country, only to find one another 17 years later still single and waiting for each other. 2 precious people that have weathered this harsh life are now united in marriage as a long awaited dream came true.

Seeing a mother reunited with her 11 year old daughter after 3 years of being missing during a civil war in her country.

Seeing a young preteen girl who seemed to be deaf due to severe abuse during a civil war, begin to talk and regain her cheerful self after a year of love and proper care.

Seeing a western doctor break down and cry due to seeing the severity of health issues of so many children, and being forever affected to help on a long term basis.

Seeing an orphan child fall asleep on the chest of a caring and loving volunteer.

Seeing people half way across the world care so deeply for the suffering children they have never met.

Seeing a big white man who had no affection for children, emotionally breakdown when having to say goodbye to his new acquired African orphan friends.

Seeing my African friend share about her lost loved one through the war, showing me an old wrinkled and withered picture as her only physical memory left of her loved one.

Seeing my African friends get the whole idea of helping all those around them as we help them.

Seeing God redeem a 29 year old street man’s life as he surrenders his life and dreams to God.

Seeing a widow on the street who prostituted her body to feed her children, no longer doing this due to helping her start a business and mentoring her into a new way of life.

Seeing water dumping in on children each night it rained because of no finances to fix a roof, to them now sleeping on dry beds.

Watching local friends now inspired to help others in their community.

Seeing friends of the suffering cry in relief when they see their loved ones helped.

I see Jesus in all of this!!