Oh, come in! Come in! Join me in my head for a few moments…
My mind is simply swamped with her…Her. I have to tell you about her.
In the two months since I have returned home to Fiji I have been blown over by the nature of God to sustain life. One new mum has come from the pits of the sex trade here in Fiji. Another has buried a baby.
And thenthere is Esther.
To our knowledge Esther has never received any formal education. Esther is deaf and mute; she has created her own sign language to communicate basic needs to those around her. Esther has come to us because she has been greatly abused and is 7 months pregnant. Esther is 17.
Oh, the horrors that this young lady has likely experienced.
Oh, how I could hate humanity right now, humanity that is composed of creatures that take advantage of the most vulnerable and simple.
Oh, but my God will not let my head remain in the darkness. Instead I linger in the Beauty. Oh, the beauty of a Crazed God.
Oh God, Your Esther has nothing but joy. She runs everywhere. She smiles at everyone. She hugs and showers her affections on all. She yearns to be touched, thrives in learning and living.
I call her Esther, (Not her real name) because it is the name in Heaven You have given her, for she is Queen. Esther is the orphan that you have set aside, loved, and destined for greatness.
Oh, God, only You take the horrors and shape extraordinary divinity-laced people.
Oh, You Lion of Judah, You ferocious Leonie God who takes the dust and breaths life. You have taken this girl-child-woman and given a sweetness that is incorruptible, innocence that will not be stolen, persistence that prevails against evil, beauty that is not for the ages but for eternity.
I ache for what the days bring concerning Esther. My mind reels with what will come…soon she will give birth, but You see God, Esther cannot possibly care for her child in a safe and level method. I wonder, how can we, how can I possibly take one more thing from this woman? This girl who has been stripped of her rights to her body, this child who has spent her life controlled
by others, I am to be a part of staking one more thing from her…her child.
Oh, You Lion. I hear you now. I hear you: I have given her a voice. I am taking care of her. I am caring for her. Hush your wonderings. Hush your wanderings. I have painted the flowers in the field. I feed the birds. I see them. I see you. I see Esther. So be still. Esther will know greatness because no one can tell her she is not good enough, because she cannot listen. Despite everyone I Am. I Am for Esther.
Thank you, Crazed God. You make so little sense to me. For this I am thankful.
Amen.
