I'm amazed by your faith,
that whether you've had your fistula for 5 months or 10 years, you took that first step onto the gangway hoping for a new life; freedom from ridicule, embarrassment, and shame.
I'm amazed by your perseverance,
that you would leave your family, all that is familiar and safe, to venture thousands of kilometers into the unknown--all for healing.
I'm amazed by your trust,
in God and us. You willingly put your life in our hands. You trust us with the most painful and private areas of your life. Allowing us to care for you in ways only your family would. You are vulnerable and trusting.
I'm amazed by your love,
despite all that you've been through. I'm in awe of how much love you hold in your hearts, and how freely you share it with the nurses, and day crew. Not a trace of bitterness towards God or people, just love. You've lost a lot in your short lives: babies, husbands, family, and function. One event in your life has changed the course of your life forever. But have hope, there's a new life ahead!
I'm amazed how love transforms.
My desire, dear one, is that you would know you are loved regardless of whether you are wet or dry; that your identity doesn't have to rest on that one broken part of you. I love seeing you turn into the fun, silly girls you are as you're loved on and cared for.