Arms of Love and Brokenness
As I looked around to see small huts and dirt stirred up all around in a village outside of Manila called Tent City, my eyes couldn't bear it. They could only focus on the sweet face of one year old Jaime as I held her in my arms. Her hair was a sweaty mess and her nose ran for the entire hour and a half that I held her. Sweat poured off of me from the added body heat and strength needed to hold my new friend. Anytime I so much as shifted her weight from side to side her little arms would wrap tighter and tighter around my neck. She was shy at first, longing to hold my hand but not...