It’s been a crazy few weeks. Pretty much the whole month of October was a whirlwind. I’m not exactly sure where to start, and I have a feeling that once I do, this could get long. So, I will try to break it apart into several blogs, so that it doesn’t appear as daunting.
With all that has been taking place on a daily basis, God has really impressed upon me the importance of loving on these little guys. The three original foster boys, and the fourth orphan have particularly stolen my heart. Every day, they run up to me with enormous grins on their faces and latch onto my side. It is one of the best feelings in the world.
A week or two ago, I purchased more food for them and dropped it at their house. A month’s-worth of food for the boys can be as little as $100. They weren’t home when I left it, but came over to the team house later that night to thank me. Before I realized what they were doing, the four of them had gotten down on their knees, clasped their hands together, and were thanking me in English. It’s those moments that have wrecked me. The incredible humble gratitude for what seems so minimal in my eyes.
Last year it was Moses and the Gama family that brought me to a point of complete brokenness and dependence on God…and much of the reason I came back. This year it’s the love I have for these boys that will continue to break my heart for Swaziland, and cause me to fight to return.