Beatice’s story started long before the malnourished and neglected 9 year old arrived at our gates almost two years ago. She was full of a spunky vivacious desire for life despite the grim conditions and abuse she had been living in. It started long before us, with roads, paths, people, faces, love, pain, loss, gain, suffering, and hope…
She brought to us her witty humor, compassionate spirit, joyful laughter, and that smile… that smile caught the eye of every individual that had the privilege of meeting her. “Beatrice, I am Beatrice,” she would say, warmly introducing herself to any visiting face who happened to come to the house. “What’s is your name?”
Beatrice attended school with us for the first time in her life. She made no effort to hide her strong disdain of mathematics, but perked up when it was time for Bible. She had glorious innocent child dreams of Heaven and would often share with us what Heaven would be like how beautiful it is, and what fun things she’d do. Cleaning was her passion, and so was making everyone else tidy up after themselves. She never stepped off her “leadership” podium, never shied away from voicing a differing opinion that someone elses. And never ceased asking questions about the big wide world.
Like every child Beatrice longed for a place of belonging, a family just hers. She knew she had one. She could remember her birth mother whom had come to visit her twice and would call from time while Beatrice lived with us. At long last on Wednesday morning Beatrice regained her place of belonging in a family who was almost lost to her forever. Though referred to as “ma petit” or “my child” by her caring nannies here, she beamed with a different sort of pride, peace, and safety as her mother wrapped her arms around her and whispered the endearing title in ear. Trust. Complete, total faith and trust in her mother. She skipped and leapt lovingly kissing those who had been her sisters, brothers, and mothers goodbye. And her story now continues though we won’t always know where or with who it continues we know she is safe & secure in the care of the One who knew her before she breathed her first breath, to whom she has and will always belong.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:29-31