A STORY OF REDEMPTION
But what I failed to realize is that there is, in fact, a third category.
Before I moved to Haiti, I believed Gervens had been neglected and abused by his parents. I had never met them but I had come to this conclusion and had formed in my heart very bitter feelings toward them.
But just a little over a year ago,
I met them for the first time
It’s been just over a year since this relationship has slowly begun the process of reconciliation. Gervens has since spent much time with his parents, spending the night when he gets a break from school or calling his mom just to catch up. On Saturday, as they were chatting (upon his request), he was beaming through the entire conversation, much like he does each time he hears his mom’s voice.
There is this third category of children; children whose parents truly love them, children whose parents believed that an orphanage could provide a better life, children whose parents feel inadequate to give them what they deserve, but children whose parents just need to be reminded that they are worthy of the calling God has placed on their life, to hear that they are enough, to know that they can do this.
This story is, without a doubt, to be continued.
January 18, 2018 – by Lauren Neal
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