Sometimes I’m reminded that small things are big things. How doing something that takes 5 minutes can answer 7 years of prayer. Who knew that God could use something so very ordinary to show a child that He does indeed love them.
Sometime around 2007 there was a little girl that came to live at Eagles Wings. I didn’t know her then, but I know her now and she is lovely. I imagine what it must have been like back then for her to come to this new place and become part of a family. In my head I like to think it was some kind of fairy tale story of her being rescued and brought somewhere safe where she didn’t have to worry about where her next meal was coming from. But maybe it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe the transition from what was once familiar into all that newness was scary and disconcerting, I’m not sure. When she arrived, this young child was assigned a sponsor. Someone had chosen her. And she began to pray. Seven long years ago she started to pray that she would one day receive a letter. For seven long years she watched her friends receiving letters from their sponsors, but for her, one never came. I’m sure she knew that her sponsor loved her, they had been faithfully supporting her for this many years, but she wanted to be told, she wanted to see it in writing that she was, in fact, loved. This girl loves her sponsor, but she thought perhaps, her sponsor was not the letter writing type, so she changed her request to God. She asked Him that she may receive a letter from anyone, specifics didn’t matter.
Fast forward to a few months ago. I was at Eagles Wings Children’s Village when this blossoming young lady wrote me a lovely letter. Too shy to give it to me herself, she handed it to one of her friends to deliver. I was touched by what she told me and before I left I wrote her a card. I reminded her not to forget that she was beautiful both to God and to me and I thanked her for the thoughtful words she had written me a few days prior. It took me 5 minutes to write that card. Little did I know that in those 5 minutes, God was using me to answer 7 years worth of little girl prayers. I came home and forgot that I had even written that card, until I received a letter in return. A letter telling me that she had prayed and God had answered. She told me that she was going to keep and treasure that card I gave her because it was a special thing in her life. It was a physical reminder that God had heard her prayers. She tells me that the joy you give to others is the joy that comes back to you. And I hope the joy that she gives me makes its way across the ocean and back to her. Because not once did she mention that it took 7 years. 2557 nights she prayed that God would send her a letter and finally He did, but the time it took didn’t seem to matter. She just praises her Father for the good gifts He gives, in the time that He gives it. May I, may you, remember to do the same.