The Child the World Passed By

I saw her fragile frame first thing

Inside concrete walls built high

With hundreds of neglected hands, lifted up to mine.

Some saying 'mommy', some falling silent

All of them hoping that I had come to save them.

Cutting sharp through quite chaos

Her strained eyes caught hold of mine.

The Child the world passed by.

And every time I come to visit

Her little arm predictably wraps tightly 'round
and her face gets tucked away
Inside my skin she tries to hide her pain.
And we walk, no longer separate but now together
Me, kissing hundreds of little dirt smudged fore-heads
Brushing away dark strands from all of their brown eyes
Listening to each ones story, Smiling when they smile.

All the while being clung to
By the Child the world passed by.

To me she never speaks a word
But then she never has to.
Her eyes alone tell of a lonely world,
  a broken home,
  a hurt I've never known.

A dream she no longer dares to dream

At twelve years old, she knows her fate.

Simply because the world never stops,
while she waits.

And she knows what happens next
And she knows how her story will end,
  and so do I.

And I wish that I could slow the earth.

And change the way that this world spins.

And ask of us to not walk by, to not move on another step in our lives

Until we stop and look in her eyes

And tell her Why.

Why, she's the Child the world passed by.

~amanda elaine

So what in the world are we up to now, you might ask...

Well it’s been eight weeks now since we have moved back to Texas.  You would think that would be sufficient time to get re-adjusted to life in the states but after living abroad for almost five years, sometimes we feel more foreign than we do normal!  It doesn’t help that we came home because of unforeseen reasons but God is proving as always that His ways are clearly not our ways anyway.  So we are learning to just let go and learn a new/old way of life.  

Since returning home, Jason has answered a new calling.  While we lived in Guatemala this past year Jason said on several occasions that if he ever got the chance to get a medical education he would jump on it.  Nurses are a huge demand in missions, and so many people die before getting the help they need simply because there is no one near who can help them.  So it was not the least bit odd that when we found out for sure that we were to stay in America for a long while he immediately enrolled in MCC’s RN nursing program.  We are very proud of him, he has always had a knack for helping the sick (or just about anyone) and I know that there is a need for people with hearts like his in our hospitals today.  The director of the RN program said he was a shoe in and so this past Monday Jason went back to school and our home got a little quieter with one less boy hanging out!

Amanda has decided not to “go to work”.  It was a hard decision for our family, but we feel like if we’ve learned anything over these years in missions it is that we were put on this earth to do just that, mission work.  We can live without many of the creature comforts as we have done for the past five years and, Lord willing, Amanda will spend her days volunteering and making a difference the only way she knows how by hugging and loving on the un-loved. She has begun the process of applying for volunteer work through Mission Waco for the children’s summer programs.  We’ve lived a God lead life up to this point so that is how we will continue to live… one day at a time and for Him!  It is a legacy we hope to pass on to our children one day.

If we were to give our new mission a name I think we would name it “Everyday Missions” basically living Missional Lives Wherever We Are.  We’ve always preached that ALL are called no matter where you live, there is work to be done and it seems God is asking us to back up our words with actions now and do Missions right here in Waco, TX… who would have ever thought?!?!?!  So get ready Waco, The Butcher’s are back and they have a lifetime of lessons just waiting to spill over into everyday life!