I realized as I saw the lady approaching us,
with tears falling down her face, that all my prayers for Lydia had been answered.
Lydia doesn’t remember them.
She doesn’t remember how the woman’s daughter held her hand while she cried in our arms.
She doesn’t remember the girl letting her play with her cell phone to try and distract her from her fears.
She has no memory of her caretaker crying and struggling to hand her to us.
She doesn’t remember the woman giving us gifts for her when she’s older.
She doesn’t understand how special it is that we have the blanket and the outfit
that she was wearing when they met her.
She doesn’t remember them now, but God does, and we are so thankful for their part in her story.
Nothing in all of creation is hidden from God’s sight.
We are so thankful for this woman and her daughter, who loved her so deeply.
They cared for her in our absence.
They loved her enough to keep those things that will one day be precious to her.
They chose to be be part of her story, and we pray that they have eyes to see and hearts to understand that their part in her story is part of His big story.
He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.