Make Love Known

By Sarah Pennington

I saw some­thing beau­ti­ful hap­pen today. Our fam­i­ly was hav­ing a drink in a cafe when a gyp­sy child came in with an out­stretched hand ask­ing for mon­ey. We gave her some rubles and then talked with the boys about what had hap­pened. As we left the cafe about thir­ty min­utes lat­er, we met the child again. She was beg­ging on the stairs. Samuel smiled and waved and Joshua ran to her and threw his arms around her, hug­ging her tight. Her lit­tle face broke into a HUGE smile. My heart swelled with understand­ing.

For a few sec­onds, she was not a beg­gar, but a best friend.”

She lit­er­al­ly came alive with just a hug. She was ecsta­t­ic! For a sec­ond, she was a dif­fer­ent child. She stands on those stairs, in the cold, in her rat­ty dress and prob­a­bly gets ignored all day. For a few sec­onds, she was not a beg­gar, but a best friend. I real­ized, if she doesn’t know that I love her, then it is my fault. This moment start­ed some­thing in our hearts, and we are pray­ing about it. The truth is, no one will know my love unless I make it known. So let’s make it known. Let’s love.”

Sarah and her hus­band Chad have a vision for shar­ing Christ, mak­ing dis­ci­ples, and lov­ing inten­tion­al­ly. They are pas­sion­ate about tak­ing back what the ene­my has stolen and are com­mit­ted to liv­ing a nat­ur­al life in a super­nat­ur­al way.

One Comment on “Make Love Known

  1. This sto­ry melt­ed my heart. I had worked in Moscow in 1993 and encoun­tered the Gypsy chil­dren, but in a dif­fer­ent way. That sum­mer the Gypsy fam­i­lies orga­nized as gangs that as soon as you were moved to give them some­thing they would attack you and take every­thing you had on your per­son (back­pack, pass­port, mon­ey, ID’s, etc) so I stayed away from them and nev­er gave them any­thing. If only I had tried this act of love on them, maybe it would have been dif­fer­ent.

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