Elizabeth was just in the shower. I had come to the kitchen to tell some of the other kids something. I heard her start to cry. I had just been in there…weird! So I ran to see what was wrong. She had cut her thumb on the remains of the shower door stuck in the hinge (that shattered just before we left for Iowa). I had not seen the sharp glass over these last weeks. I felt horrible.
I gently picked her up in the towel and laid her on our bed to dress her. I snuggled with her and held her close. I told her how much I loved her and that I was so thankful that I could be her mommy. I told her how I loved to be the one to fix her cuts, scrapes and sores and I told her how sorry I was that I had not seen the sharp glass stuck in the hinge.
I paused. I said, “Elizabeth, who would fix your cuts at the orphanage?” She thought for a moment and said, “Me. I fix myself.”
Her little three-year-old words stung my heart. Millions of kids around the world fixing their own cuts, with no mommy to love on them. No one to really care. No one to pause and say, “you matter to me.” Millions of little Elizabeths. Trying to figure out life all by themself. Waiting. Hoping. Dreaming.
And that would be precisely why Dw and I and so many of you have answered the call. Because we know that every little girl and boy needs to have a family. Every little one. No exceptions.
Could you be someone who is feeling the tug? Could you be someone who needs an Elizabeth? Could there be an Elizabeth that needs you?