Love Them Like Jesus

The love of her life is drifting away, they are losing the fight for another day
The life that she’s known is falling apart, a fatherless home, a child’s broken heart
You are holding her hand, you are straining for words, you are trying to make sense of it all
She’s desperate for hope, darkness clouding her view, she is looking to you

Chorus
Just love her like Jesus, carry her to him, His yoke is easy, His burden is light
I Don’t need the answers to all of life's questions, Just know that he loves her, and stay by her side, Love her like Jesus, Love her like Jesus

The guests lie and wait in a room painted blue, little blessing from heaven, be there soon
Hope fades in the night, blue skies turns to gray, as a little one slips away
You are holding their hand, you are straining for words, you are trying to make sense of it all
They are desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view, they are looking to you

Chorus

All of our creation holds our lives in his hands
The rock of our salvation holds our lives in his hands
I Care for them because he cares for you

So love them like Jesus, Love them like Jesus
Don’t need the answeres to all of life questions - Just know that he loves them, stay by their side
Love them like Jesus, Love them like Jesus, Like Jesus, Love them like Jesus

This is an amazing song. I like to think that it explains what I am doing here – loving them like Jesus. This part in particular really stands out to me – “You are holding her hand, you are straining for words, you are trying to make sense of it all.” Everyday I understand the difficulty of straining for words. I wonder how I ever had a hard time knowing what to say in English. Now, I would love to be able to express myself and say something above second grade level. Well, actually I probably talk more like a four year old. Yesterday I was sitting in the library working on my classes and the high-schoolers were in there listening to a presentation. The teacher noticed me and asked if I spoke any Spanish. I replied with my same answer as always – “un poco.” He took that as a yes and began rattling off in rapid fire Dominican Spanish. Somehow I understood the question though. “What is friendship to you?” My answer? Friendship is when you can be with someone and you don’t need to talk. That sounded amazing to me. He just kind of smiled at me like, oh, that’s cute. But what would I give to sit in a room with someone and know that we didn’t need to say anything because talking is just overwhelming. By the time I have translated their question, put thought into my answer, and stuttered my way through my answer, I really hope that they don’t have any more questions. But somehow I continue to learn new words and put together more thoughts. Whoever told me that being fluent was possible in three months was either crazy or amazing. I am still hoping for 6 months. But either way my sign language and sound effects make up the difference now. I never would have imagined the words I would act out in front of my 8th grade students when I just couldn’t come up with the word in Spanish. But they seem to enjoy watching their teacher move around so much in order to explain a simple thought. In the end, it gets the point across and as long as they learn, I’ve succeeded.

For now – I play with their hair, hold their hands, strain for words, and try to make sense of everything. And for now, God gives me the strength to keep straining.

“I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure.” Luke 10:21