Itâ€™s 4am and I canâ€™t sleep. And amongst the million things on my mind, I find myself thinking about the girls. Are they ok? What are they struggling with? Whatâ€™s on their minds? What happened today in their lives? In the midst of their situation, are they becoming the best women they can beâ€¦the women they deserve to become?
Iâ€™ve been thinking about the past trips Iâ€™ve had with them and how my relationship with each one has grown. I love that amongst all the memories I have in my life, some of my favorite are the times Iâ€™ve sat with them while doing homework, or listening to music, or wiping away tear after tear as I hug their shaking little bodies. I feel alive beside them. They have been the tools to reawaken my spirit. They are gifts. They make me a better person, not because I can serve them, but because they are a testimony of so much that the world needs to see, and I am humbly a part of their journey in telling the world each of their stories. I daily crave the day when I can again tell each of them I love them and how much of an honor it is to invest in their future.
â€œSometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.â€
– Albert Schweitzer
As the holidays rapidly approach us, may we not forget those who have invested in us, and may we constantly be in a state of improving ourselves to invest in others.