Peaks and Valleys and Peaks

On mission trips or with youth we always did 'Peaks and Valleys' to debrief our day/week/whatever.  The point is to share your highs and lows with each other.  I'm not going to rehash the peaks and valleys of the last month, because they have been many, and they have been super high and super low. What I will say is that today, I witnessed a dream of mine come to fruition right in front of my face.  For a long time (years long) I've desired to have counseling available for birth moms at the orphanage who have suffered traumas.  I've waited and prayed, and prayed and waited.
Today my friend Holly-a counselor-held her first group therapy session with three beautiful, intelligent young women right here at my house.  Two were part of the group, and the third came later because she wasn't sure about the time.  And then they all proceeded to hang out, talking and laughing like teenage girls should.  I don't know the topics they covered, but I did sneak peeks from behind my curtains, because I just couldn't help myself, to see their sweet faces.  Before they left they asked if they could talk to me.  They just wanted to thank me for this opportunity, and tell me how they are doing.  I sat there in complete awe.  These girls, with events in their lives that should have broken them and kept them down, are fighting against it.  They are going to school.  They recognize the need to be in community, and to share their stories.  They acknowledge that they can't keep it all bottled up and they need some help sorting through it all.
As I sat there looking at them, I thanked them for coming.  I thanked them for spending time in my home.  I told them that they are always ALWAYS welcome here.  If they need a quiet place to study, or to think, or to be alone, they can come here.  I'll leave them alone unless they come get me.  I won't bother them (I'll work really hard at this one).  I told them there is always food they can make (my Haitian food is not really up to their standards yet), and that if they want to be here, they can always come.  I told them I loved them, and then I went to take a nap.
And then I laid there on my bed, unable to sleep.  Giddy with awe and wonder and thankful for God's goodness and provision, and His mercy and His deep deep love for every single one of his children.
Would you pray for these girls?  They have a long road ahead of them, and things in Haiti do not necessarily work to help them succeed.  They are swimming upstream, but oh so determined to reach their goals.  I'm praying that their peaks would see them through their valleys.  Join me?