
sisters. Her parents struggle to afford all of them.
She and her brother and
sisters pile up on small floor space to sleep at night, the same floor that the
babies have urinated on through the course of the day.
If one of the children gets
sick and vomits on the floor, it’s not unlikely that another will end up
rolling into it.
She is always dirty.
They have lice.
Her mother was in the
hospital and her father was away trying to make money to get the mom out of the
hospital when her grandmother, to afford the bills, prostituted out
her eleven
year old sister.
I had only heard stories like this, but now I’m looking at their faces and
realizing that they only way to make a difference is to become part of their
story. I cannot change the past, and I cannot control the future, but I have a
choice to love in the present.
injustice in this world, and when you are looking in the face of a
six-year-old
who’s world is defined by injustice and yet, you see her smiling
because she
just wants to play and laugh with you… it changes your heart. It also
allows you to see, how in the midst of a fallen world, God is fighting
to let His glory shine through the ones He loves.
start with that truth, and then you let the rest fill in…
