That said, I feel incredibly happy to be where I am in my life. I am counting these blessings and wanted to share one of the highlights with you. A few weeks ago, my discipleship group at church threw a baby shower for an 18 year old Nepali refugee. That experience was extremely eye-opening. I am taking more education classes this semester and one of our assignments is to write three poems; I wrote one of them about this experience. I thought I would share it with you:
Refugee Baby Shower
She had a name I couldn’t pronounce as we were introduced.
I knew nothing of her before that day; I was wrapped up in
my own freedoms.
She came here by plane with her husband just two weeks
prior.
He carried the single bag they shared.
She carried a miracle inside.
She had had no physician care until that very day.
Her young eyes were tired, her body frail.
The miracle remained.
The games we played involved no words.
She smiled for the first time in months.
We taught her how to diaper and how to bathe.
“This small bath is better than a shower floor.”
We gave her the first gifts she had ever received.
She unwrapped them, stone-faced.
She carefully wrapped them back up in tissue, preserving the
newness.
Her translated thank-you engulfed me.
I was changed.
She named the miracle “Grace.”
Love,
L.W.
