Baby Sarah

I was 17, it was my first time out of the country and my first mission trip. The first day working in the orphanage I fell in love with a beautiful baby named Sarah. She couldn't talk, walk or stand. I don't even know how old she was. One of the brothers said she was 3, but she was much too small for her age.



It was over a year ago, but I think about Sarah often. I pray for her whenever I pray for my godson, for if circumstances had been right, I would have been her godmother. The brothers asked me to adopt her, I know it was unreasonable, but my heart aches that she doesn't have a family. I don't know if I will ever see that precious little girl again, even if I do go back to Jamaica. I may never know what happens to her, but she will always be in my heart.

Many people have asked me why I would become a religious sister, since I have such a great love for children. First, I have to say that I know that whatever God is calling me to do, will be the happiest path for me. But I know that my love for children would not be wasted because of Sarah. As a sister I will reach out to people on behalf of Christ. They will be my family. Even if I don't know what happens to them, even if I only am in their lives for a short period, like with Sarah. I will carry all the children I meet and work with in my heart, until I meet them again in heaven.