During the adventure to the Natural History Museum with the girls, we ate outside for some fresh air. They were joking and laughing and we were all having a grand time. There was a man asleep, who was outwardly homeless. As we got up to enter back into the building I stepped back and gave the man a resource card (part of the feed 500 program Jonathan Walton revealed to us) and food. I did not think much of it, until I saw one of the girls mimic genuine kindness to a stranger. After our adventure throughout the museum we hit the MTA transit. The girls were sitting down when an elderly disabled woman enters the subway. One of them looks at her stands up and says "Here have a seat" and looks over to myself sending a smile. I told her she was very thoughtful and she responded with how I was nice to the homeless man. That was straight up God in pure form.
The girls and I were making bracelets one day and one of them taught me a different method of doing so. She communicated to myself through action verses English words in which she did not know. A different day, I was sitting in the kitchen and one of them was preparing food singing and creating a wonderful aroma. When I was consumed with my work on the computer the girl came by with some guacamole and pushed the bowl towards me, offering me something she had made by motion. Within the same day the girl and I painted each other’s nails. Throughout these experiences they taught me how to speak through action because, that is our universal language. Even though I didn’t speak their native language, they still attempted to communicate with me, when I had no idea how.
The first time at the safehomes I went in not knowing what God had sent me into, but I knew he sent me. The houses are not only a houses they are a homes. The atmosphere is extremely welcoming and I could truly feel the presence of the Lord. The girls within the home do not even speak the same language but are in unison. Developing a relationship with the girls was the most profound impact. Spending time cooking, watching movies, shopping, creative arts dancing, and making bracelets were all truly joyful. The laughter and smiles upon their face display that God reveals beauty from the once broken or within the currently broken. When the girls would share about their life back home with me, I felt truly blessed to listen to their experiences. The fact that they felt comfortable enough with me to share, was extremely flattering. Not every moment was easy, there were language barriers, and sometimes unfortunate moods, but I never felt uncomfortable or helpless in those situations. God granted me comfort, peace, and the knowledge to work with what he sent me into. He never sends me unprepared for what he has prepared me for. I can genuinely say I’m going to miss these girls. With that being said, I know they ultimately belong to the Lord and I trust them in his care (Ps. 125:1)!
I cannot be more thankful for this internship, in which has provided me with more confidence, experience, and growth to run after what God has called me to do; an invitation to restore justice in his name.
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