Love – God’s Language
I prayed before I walked into the tent that the Lord would use me in the way He desired. A lady sitting in the corner caught my eye. I scanned the room and the Spirit prompted me to go to her. Her eyes were full of tears and a look of complete despair covered her face. She sat with a small boy, maybe four or five years old. I tried to ask her with hand motions if she was feeling sick or had pain anywhere. She pointed to her son and held up two fingers. She said, “my babies” and pointed to turkey. I understood that two of her children had been left behind. A lady hurried over to translate. The momma I was talking to got on the boat with her son. Her husband and twin daughters did not make it on. She held her son tightly and wept. Here she sat in a tent full of strangers. All she had was a small bag and a small boy to be strong for. I bent down and grabbed her hand. In that moment we didn’t need a translator. God’s love is a universal language. My heart ached as she searched my eyes for a bit of hope. Tears welled in my eyes as she squeezed my hand with her cold shaky hands. I looked at her with love and rubbed her hands gently. She tried to smile softly to me but all she could do was cry. I didn’t have the answer. I couldn’t bring her babies and husband across the choppy seas. I had no solution. All I knew how to do was love her the way Christ loves me. Thankfully God had prepared me to love her well.
Matthew 25:40 says, “Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these, you did it to me.”