Finishing a brisk 20-minute walk to the corner and back, I stepped into the luscious green lawn that needed mowing. On this beautiful summer morning, the grass beckoned. I flopped onto my back and lay gazing into the clear blue sky. Weeks of off-and-on rain made this clear, dry day even more welcomed.
I took a deep breath and images I had seen on my computer earlier in the morning flashed through my mind: dark-haired, brown-eyed children playing in a splash of green, piling rocks, planting seeds. The children were enjoying the freedom of living in a rural compound in the hills of Honduras. Orphaned children I have visited and ministered to in the past when they had been confined to a gated block building on a corner in a very dangerous city, could now safely play in the grass.
Free to run and climb and flop in the grass. Free to grab a soccer ball, stand in the sunshine, play games under shade trees, plant a seed and watch it grow. The long-awaited move from the city to a new orphanage home on a hillside at the edge of Monte Redondo means these orphaned children are finally free.
My own children grew up on a farm with acres of pasture and woodlands to explore, safely and in freedom. My heart swells to know that today, these children in a country almost 2,000 miles away can experience that same feeling of being FREE.
Linking up today at Five Minute Friday to write for five minutes on the word “free”.