[a moment] that contained it all

 

[moment 252]

As we drove toward their new home, rain cleansing the world around us, questions and answers bouncing back and forth, it hit me incredibly hard. 

This family had fled their home country and somehow on their life's journey ended up in my van in the United States headed toward their new home. This family that fled bombs that fell too close. This family that left behind so many people they loved and so much of what made them who they were in hopes of a better, safer life. 

My heart broke and at the same time immediately overflowed with love as I thought of all the people who have been praying for this family and doing what they could to prepare for their arrival - and those who will continue supporting and guiding them until they reach self-sufficiency. 

Hope consumed this moment - my hope that this family can heal and grow and move forward, taking to heart that we are with them on this journey, encouraging them in the hard work there is ahead of them, and celebrating with them accomplishments big and small. Hope that they are able to also have time to process and heal and figure out what is best for them. Hope that no matter what path they take over the next weeks and months, we will be able to provide the support they need.