The Least of These-Part 1

The Least of These...

When two worlds collide, it is hard not to get lost. Lost in who you are, who you were, who you will become. When two worlds collide, the mirror shatters and you see...you finally see...

Who you are, what you are made of, what you lack, what you long for, what you pray will change.

The mirror began to crack when I saw her. Her long blonde hair framing the frailty of her face. She looked up. Her blue eyes meeting mine. She captivated me. As if trying to prove herself, she greeted me with a gentle kiss. She didn't need to kiss my cheek to make me like her. I already did and I didn't even know her name. Fragments of her home were nestled in the grass beneath our feet. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me forward. My feet meeting hers. Sifting through the rummage, she drew out a beautiful dress. "What do you think?" she asked, twirling around in her make believe bedroom. I could see her, once young, serenaded by the graceful piano. "It's beautiful," I quietly replied. But it wasn't. It was too big. Her frame too small. She had no business wearing it. It was made for someone much larger than her. Not to mention, it was filthy. The dust of the earth covered it's once beautiful lace. But she didn't care. "It's perfect," she proudly said as she giggled running past me. 

I liked her and still...no name.

I hadn't taken notice at first, but the minute I stepped into the home, I saw. Who was this girl? Her grace and beauty intrigued me. "Come upstairs!" echoed through the long stairwell.  Catching the heels of her feet with my eye, I couldn't help but wonder, "Have I taken these steps before?"  With each creak in that wooden home, my curiosity grew. I knew the answer to my own question. Those familiar steps were seen years before except the steps were laced in blades of grass. And the woman, her name was Andrea. Her home, a city park. 

I crested the last step. Confused, I called out, "Hello?" "In here!" she said. My feet led the way. The narrow hall took me past several rooms, each claimed by lives who had no place to lay their heads. Pictures lined the walls of family members once loved. Words lined the rooms offering hope for the weary. The beating of my heart played the melody as I walked closer to her voice. I had no idea the connection God had waiting for me. 

"Welcome to my room. It's not much, but for now it's home." 

I couldn't help but stare. A single mattress and two dressers encased the room.  In the corner stood a lone crib. Pacifiers. Diapers. "Oh!" she whispered. "This is my baby. Isn't she beautiful?" 

"Who are you?" I blurted out. So much for being discrete.  She paused. "I'm Jessica." I was lost in that very moment. That moment was when I knew...

I am here for her, but maybe...maybe I am here because God is here for me.......