for some beloved people who helped send me on this life changing trip. For some of their young daughters I made a doll named Sierra, as a reminder to pray for the little girls of this country. And for the little girls of Sierra Leone, I made dolls who were named for the wonderful families and generous friends who gave me the chance to meet and love on these precious little girls. When I tuck my daughter Isabel in at night and see her hug her doll named Sierra, I think about these sweet faces. I wasn't able to get a picture of every little girl who I have a doll to, but I pray for all of them, that they would receive a loving hug when they need comfort even if its only from a doll. I pray they will know someone loves them and cares for them. And that one day they will come to the knowledge that there is only one we can truly hold on to.
One who will never leave or turn their back on them, it is the Lord.
Reality in Sierra Leone may mean that only some of the girls got to keep their doll. It could have been stolen, taken and sold for food or lost. Funny thing about gifts, once you gift it... it's no longer yours. Actually, when you consider that everything is the Lord's, it wasn't even yours in the first place, you were just caring for it, for a time. You don't get to be the boss of how it is accepted, loved, used or kept. The Lord knows the answers to all of our how's, where's and why's, all we need to do is trust, be obedient and give when He says to. And if these little dolls fulfilled their purpose in being placed in the hands of these little girls (no matter what the bigger plan was) I am so grateful for the chance I was given to give them. My heart does hope, that most of the girls get to have her to hug on when they need one. I can't imagine life for a little girl living in the hardest parts of this country.
I made a video dedicated to the lovely little girls and women of Sierra Leone. If you haven't seen it yet, and would like to, it is in my video tab or you can click this link: (if you can find the time to watch and listen please do, I feel it says what my words cannot)
I gave baby doll Shelby to precious baby Rebecca. Baby Rebecca was born and orphaned while I was in Sierra Leone. I held this sweet gift on Mothers Day this year. And she returned to the Lord a few weeks ago. My heart broke when I heard the news. I remember holding her, laying my hand on her sweet little head whispering a prayer over her. I thanked the Lord for her sweet life. And I still do. Sweet baby Rebecca had a short but loved life here on earth. Her story has impacted mine and now, she has impacted yours.
I haven't been able to watch the video I had made since her death, until today. My heart longs for hope for these beautiful children.
My husband & I were talking about death this weekend and he said this to me:
"We are all just a pile of dry bones without the breath of God."
I feel like I take so much for granted, forgetting to thank Him for His Breath.
Everyday, every person, every moment is a gift.
(I'll leave you with my thought from above)
Funny thing about gifts, once you gift it... it's no longer yours. Actually, when you consider that everything is the Lord's, it wasn't even yours in the first place, you were just caring for it, for a time. You don't get to be the boss of how it is accepted, loved, used or kept. The Lord knows the answers to all of our how's, where's and why's, all we need to do is trust, be obedient and give when He says to.