I walked into 42 houses with a attitude. The kind of attitude where it is hard for me to even giggle. Which if you know me, it’s a hard thing to do. I’ve played with a lot of kids this year and its been one of my least favorite things to do. I know coming from someone who is a Christian I should want to be with the children. Especially because Jesus said something along the lines of loving the children. But I despised it. I don’t like naked babies running up to me with snot running out of their nose wanting to be held. And then I had to try to think of a game to entertain them for hours and hours. I can only play “Father Abraham ” so many times.
So I started to pray.
I prayed for the children. I prayed to start enjoying the children. I prayed to love them like He loves them.
The next time I went to 42 houses
and every time after
it was different
I’ve never been around children being this abused physically. We would bath them 3 times a week and every time I would see a new welt or deep cut. It would break my heart. They would hold us tight until we left.Some would even cry. The worst thing was I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t just take the kids and run. I couldn’t call a children’s services. I had to trust in The Lord. Yet again I couldn’t be the savior. I had to just walk away.
