(From left: Marcos and Pily, Irene and Omar, Marisol and Chloe)
Long before I came to Gabriel House, God placed in me a passion for three things— international missions, those living in poverty, and children with special needs —and He began to instill in me a love for these children. When I first saw Irene and Pily on the swings I already loved them. When I first met Ruben, Marisol, Marcos, Omar, and Chloe, I already loved them.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
And so it is.
Accidents quite throughout the day and in your lap. Throwing shoes at the table, out the door, across the room. Not doing homework. Hitting. Fighting. Biting. Scratching. Bathing. Cleaning. Laundry. Toileting. Eating. Not eating. Drawing on the walls. Mine, yours, his, hers.
Patience. Kindness. Humility. Encouragement. Self-Control. Clean Slate.
Asking for more homework. Hugs and kisses instead of hitting. Sharing a toy. Reading together. All sitting quietly while eating. Using words to make requests. Finishing homework without a fight. Making one another behave.
Courage. Faith. Hope. Perseverance.
Oh how I love those kids.
(From left: Me with multiple, Pilar and Ruben, Ruben)