Two Hands, A Heart, A Tear

by Deborah Spooner

EDITOR’S NOTE:  Deborah wrote this after going with the Mosaic group to the Dominican Republic in 2013.  We feel it is appropriate to share with you, upon the return from the Dominican Republic of our 2015 team.  Enjoy!

The round, chocolate brown eyes were


as the little Dominican girl’s Spanish

energetically flowed from her lips when she

 stretched out her hand to me.

A hand reaching out for mine

A heart open 

to give 

and to receive


My ever-present little helper stayed at my

side throughout the week.

Sweeping endless hallways, fetching paintbrushes for the

other workers, finding missing water bottles and sunglasses,

moving chairs, and rearranging classrooms,


happily worked and filled the rooms with


and light.

A hand reaching out for mine

 A heart open to give

and to receive


The days flew by,

and the time was gone far too quickly.

It was dark outside as we watched the movie in our plastic chairs.

Her brown hand grasped mine as she stared with anticipation at the movie screen.

The film concluded,

and it was time to go.

But this time, when she asked if I would be back tomorrow,

I had to tell her no.

I would be going on an airplane over the ocean

back home.

Her face looked sad as she did not want to believe it.

“Adios, amiga.  No te olvidarè.” I told her.

(Goodbye, friend.  I will not forget you).

Her hand stretched out one last time,

and she gave me a hug.

A hand reaching out for mine

A heart open to give

and receive


I looked at the little girl,

and my heart was aching as the warm tear


down my face.

“For Christ’s love compels us, 

because we are convinced that One died for all, 

and therefore all died.  

And He died for all, that those who live 

should no longer live 

for themselves 

but for 


who died for them 

and was raised again.” 

(2 Corinthians 5:14-15)

Her heart was open.

She, with a heart embracing others and her two little hands

warmly outstretched,

left my heart convicted:

love crosses barriers,

opens doors,

heals wounds,

comforts hurts,

and brings light.

An outstretched hand that

is willing to help,

is desiring to come with on the broken road,

and will pick the fallen

gives hope and life.

Christ’s love, reflected in this little girl, is compelling,

urging to live a life with

a heart open

and arms outstretched

welcoming all who come.

Lord, give me your eyes to better meet the needs

of those around  me.

Grant me your heart to fully embrace them.

Thank you for the

two little hands

on an island in the Caribbean.

“Adios, amiga.  No te olvidarè.”