She came to us alone, with a baby she didn’t want stirring in her womb.
Orphaned at a young age, she wandered this earth unloved and unwanted.
Charity came to us broken, detached, angry.
Outwardly she pushed others away, isolating herself through pain, distancing her heart from love.
But we loved her anyway. We set firm boundaries and we loved. We prayed. We fasted. We begged God to draw her close. We shed so many tears over this child having a child.
We feared for her unborn son. How would this detached girl attach to a baby she never wanted?
He was born to an angry mother. She didn’t want him.
And we didn’t know what to do.
We prayed harder. Loved more fiercely. Forced her to hold him, feed him. Every moment hard.
We willed her to show charity to her precious new miracle rescued from abortion.
And we reminded ourselves again and again that we aren’t the rescuers.
Today, we catch her cooing at her chubby son. Smiling down on him. Visitors don’t know the miracle they witness. Our hearts catch in our throats with each tenderness because we remember. We know that only God can heal a barren soul.
I am broken. I am angry. I am orphaned, needing to be adopted by God.
God used Charity’s pain to heal a part of me.
“Jesus brings about my own healing by bringing me into someone else’s.” -Kisses from Katy.
There is a bit of charity in all of us.
God is here.