Working at an orphanage this month has been great. As you might
have read from the previous blog, we almost perished in flames, but other than
that and my body being incredibly sore every day from all the manual labor
projects we’ve been doing, ministry here has been really good.
One of the greatest memories this year is a little boy Ayanda.
It’s hard to pour your heart out month after month, rely on God to fill you up,
and not become too accustomed to moving on or afraid to grow too attached to
the people you are ministering to or ministering with. It’s even harder though
to not build any relationship or not find someone special to really love on.
Thankfully, after several months of not having anyone who really
grabbed my heart and it broke when I had to leave them, God has given me with a
little boy who puts a smile on my face every time I see him. He’s definitely
been my little treasure this month, and puts so much joy in my heart every time
I see him.
Ayanda is a little six year old orphan boy, whose mom abandoned
him when he was a baby. I don’t know how we initially bonded, but ever since
the beginning of the month we have been best buddies. Every time he sees me he
runs up to me and gives me a hug, and asks me to put him on my shoulders. Even
if he is in someone else’s arms, he will jump out and run when he sees me
coming. Things like that bring the warm, fuzzy feeling. I carry him on my
shoulders everywhere and spin him around in a circle. I ask him what his name
is and he slowly builds up and up, until he shouts “Ayannndaaaa!�
I’m already dreading saying goodbye, and wish I could take him
with me. God’s already put adoption on my heart for the future. Sometimes you
just wish that day would come now. It will be hard to move on from these kids
and especially Ayanda, but honestly I wouldn’t want to have it any other way. I
want to break my heart for what breaks his, and love until it hurts. I want to
live and grow in loving his little, precious ones and know that when I am doing
that, I am loving the King.
