Her name is Naa Lamely. Her name is Isabella Quarcopome. She's 7 years old. I've only seen her in pictures, talked to her on paper. But I have wept over her, I have been overjoyed by her, I have been encouraged and heartbroken. If there was ever such a word to sum up all my emotions; it would be Love. I have never loved someone so hard before, so complete. All of her letters are pinned to my walls. My heart hurts because I can't wipe her tears, calm her fears, play with her, share in her excitement. I often contemplate why I was born into such a place where I have more than I need, yet not everything I want. I am I able to walk out my front door and feel safe walking across town, why can't she feel that way to? Late last spring I made the descision to celebrate my birthday but not with gifts but celebrating my life, my health, my accomplishments, my failures with my family. Yes, we still had cake and a special dinner but I didn't get gifts, except a check for what my parents would have spent on gifts made out of Compassion for Isabella's family. My needs for daily living are taken care of, I have water and clean at that. I have clothes (too many). I have food and plenty of it in the cupboards and fridge but let it go to waste because I prefer something else. She brings so much humility to my life. Whenever I get too proud or when my focus is off, she centers me. God has used her as such a blessing in my life. I just hope that one day I will get to see her face to face, I eagerly await.
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