Although there is no way for her to understand this yet, many would say Rico is alone.
She has nobody to call her own and nobody on this Earth calls her theirs.
As quickly as my heart shattered, I completely fell in love.
My heart was stolen by a 3 month old orphan who has no idea of the situation she is even in.
Rico
DOES belong.
She does have somebody to call her own. And there is somebody that will claim Rico as theirs.
Even though Rico can’t understand this yet, she can never be rightfully deemed “fatherless” – even if she never has an Earthly father.
Rico’s cause is being defended. And it’s being defended by the God of all gods. The Lord of all lords.
Rico stole my heart. She captured so much of my love in so little times. But the God in Heaven loves little baby Rico more than I could ever imagine loving her – even though that is already loving with everything I am.
That is being a child of God.
Rico is a child of God.
I am a child of God.
These past few days have been Jesse filled with strange, amazing, unexplainable joy. Joy that comes from simple things throughout the day. Waking up in the morning. Music over quiet time. Dinner with my family. Stars at night time.
I don’t know why the Lord is filling me with such joy over such simple things, but I am loving every minute of this new aspect of life. I am willing to accept the simplicity of God’s joy.
I cannot wait for Rico to look up at the stars one night and experience the same joy that I am having.
She will. I just know it.
Only about 9 days of Kenya left! Here we go, Lord…
