This is a terribly written blog…but it is a beautiful story.. so bear with me..
There is this little boy named Stephen…my team and I weren't really sure where he came from at first…but he just showed up at our house one day… and kept coming…. every day. I loved playing with him and laughing…the way he held my hand and carried my belongings from church made me smile infectiously…
then one day one of our girls got sick and we all gathered around her to pray…when Stephen joined in on the prayer I knew there was something special about him…this boy had a heart like no other kid i had ever met… one day as I was worshipping on the floor with Shelli, he came over to the house and laid beside me…when tears began to spill from my eyes Stephen just grabbed my hand and wiped the tears away with the other…my heart broke..
It broke because i am so afraid of him being corrupted by his environment…I am afraid of the effects of poverty on him…I am afraid that he will lose his innocence…
I don't want him to ever lose the innocence or sincerity that he has…and I know that it can be so easy to do so when children just run around in the streets, they aren't in school, and don't have any real accountability.
on our off day we have a rule of no children in the house so that we can rest and spend time with the Lord. As i was praying, Stephen saw me crying through the window and rushed into the house to cuddle up next to me and wiped my tears again…and when I looked down I saw the tears in his eyes as well…
(when he held my hand as i cried)
at that moment I didn't know why he was crying because of the language barrier…but I soon found out that it was because he would be moving the next day…
When I found out I went to meet his mom and she was lovely…and pregnant… but as I cried and Stephen cried.. his mother began to weep, too…and then I knew that I didn’t have to worry about him… because God was taking care of him…I could see the love that his mom had for him…and I had to put my trust in the Lord as I said goodbye.
