The sense of community in this day was beautiful, especially Khalid’s father volunteering to stay the long hours to help Asmaa and her grandma. It was also striking to watch the Danish volunteer immediately care for Asmaa, treating her with kindness and gentleness. They were authentically interested in interacting with her and in making her day more beautiful. More than once, I had the thought that they treated her like a princess. At the end of the day, when Asmaa had her room and bed secured, and they were settled in, we said goodbye and Asmaa burst out into tears as we left. It was heartbreaking. I really pray that Asmaa can experience the love of God through us, and that’s why long days at the hospital are a blessing, though it can be tiring, the word that comes to mind is devotion. We are devoted to one another and to the care of these precious kids.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Georgia brought the car from the garage which had Asmaa’s overnight bag in it. I ran it up to them and gave Asmaa’s grandma one last kiss and hug and gave Asmaa a kiss on the cheek, and then went down to the car, thanking God for this beautiful girl, and praying that her treatment may come soon, and her healing will be complete.