God, do you see your children? They are dirty. They have lice. Their faces are cracked and scabbed because they are so dehydrated. Some of them haven’t brushed their teeth in months. Some of the kids walk to school with no shoes. They have bruises, and cuts, and burns. Who is taking care of these children? Are their parents? Are you?
God, Momta sleeps everyday in class. My project contact said that it is very likely that she works in the morning before coming to school. She is only 3! Many of the other kids work, too. They work so hard to make money for their families and yet there still isn’t enough food. God your children are hungry.
God, Momta sleeps everyday in class. My project contact said that it is very likely that she works in the morning before coming to school. She is only 3! Many of the other kids work, too. They work so hard to make money for their families and yet there still isn’t enough food. God your children are hungry.
I want to take these babies home and clean them up. I want to feed them a big lunch and fill their tummies. I want to fix their problems and make them better, but I can’t. I can’t take them all home. I can’t afford to care for 50 children. I can’t take care of them all God, but you can.
I come to school everyday and my heart breaks. I see their sweet faces; we sing and dance, and my heart breaks because these kids have been forgotten. Their parents are distracted, poor, and without hope. And the community has just looked the other way. God, I need to know that your heart is breaking too. I need you to reassure me that you are caring for them and have a plan for improving their lives.
I love these children.
