They warned us this would happen. They warned us about the heartbreak. They warned us we would cry.
Him?
He was born HIV positive, which he genetically inherited from his mother. His mother passed away shortly after coming home from the hospital with her newborn baby. Many days later he was found breastfeeding from her lifeless body.
Her?
She was little, 5 or 6. Her mother and aunt were in an argument. The aunt asked her to get a knife, which she did. Little did she know that the knife she fetched would be the weapon used to kill her mother right before her eyes.
And him?
He is 7 now. His parents dropped him off at an abandoned house with nothing but his younger sister. He was forced to provide, which led him to digging up frogs and finding birds just to have something to eat.
But they didn’t warn us about everything.
They didn’t warn me that despite circumstances, the people I have encountered would be some of the richest people I have ever known. There are songs where it should be quiet. There are smiles where there should be tears.
This place has taught me many things but mostly I have learned to be grateful for the life the Lord has given me. There are times I struggle to see how good the Lord is especially in the situations that have seemed so dark. He brings healing and light.
Needless to say, this first week here has been fulfilling. I look forward to discovering all of the other things they forgot to warn us about.
Lesotho Save the Children from Chandler McKinney on Vimeo.
