Journal December 1 2009

Hi, my name is Delmi.

I live at Hermano Pedro Orphanage. I am the ugliest child here. Oh, it's alright for me to talk about it, everyone else does. Most of the people that walk by my crib where I am locked up most of the day don't actually say it with words but they still tell me that I am ugly. They say it with their eyes. Most look away and quickly walk on to other cribs but I still here what there eyes are saying.





They rather spend their time with the beautiful kids, kids like Jo Jo who has dwarfism and a beautiful round head that is bigger than a basket ball. I know that Jo Jo is beautiful because he gets a lot of attention from the visitors that walk through the orphanage. Oh yes there are a few people that walk by Jo Jo's crib and quickly look away but most at least stop and talk to him, some even reach out and touch him. Oh how I wish that God had created me perfect like Jo Jo.









Once a man named Daryl came and visited the orphanage. Daryl actually stopped by my bed and looked at me. He even reached out and touched me. When Dick asked Daryl which of the kids he wanted to take along to lunch at Camperos Daryl actually chose me. After lunch he even brought me to the park and put my feet into a pool. When I looked into the pool I saw a reflection that told me that I was no longer ugly. When I looked into Daryl's eyes they told me that I was beautiful. I will never forget that day. For a day or two I actually believed that the pool had made me beautiful but within a few days that beauty evidently faded. I could once again see it in the eyes of the visitors that would glance at me and then walk on to one of the perfect kids like Jo Jo.


It has now been several months since that wonderful day when Daryl took me to lunch, and up until today I was starting to wonder if perhaps I had only been dreaming that I had been beautiful for a day but then it happened again today. Dick dropped by the orphanage today. Dick sometimes makes me feel beautiful for a minute or two but there are so many kids that he seldom seems to have much time for me. Today Dick took two of the boys from his neighborhood along with him though and one of the boys named Fernando asked Dick if he could spend time with me. Fernando even asked if he could feed me. I was amazed because no one ever wants to feed me. At first I thought that Fernando had something wrong with him. He didn't seem to see my ugliness. I wondered if perhaps Fernando was blind. When I looked up into Fernando's eyes I saw my reflection. It was the same reflection that I had seen in Daryl's eyes a few months ago. It was the reflection of a beautiful little girl, some one nearly as perfect as Jo Jo.




Was this really happening or was I only dreaming? If it was a dream I never wanted to wake up. It felt so good to be beautiful. I wanted it to last for ever. When I looked back up into Fernando's eyes my reflection was gone. It didn't seem to matter though because I suddenly saw an even better reflection. It was the reflection of Christ.

2 Corinthians 3:18

"So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord—who is the Spirit—makes us more and more like Him as we are changed into His glorious image."

Delmi's story was narrated to me by Delmi. Although Delmi can not talk she spoke every word of it to me through her eyes.

Yours in Christ: Dick