So one of the ministries that we are
working with here in India is Sarah’s Covenant Home which is an home
for 80 children with special needs ranging from new born to late
teens. Before we left to start our ministries at Launch, our leaders
were talking about what the groups would be doing and stuff like
that. They talked about the special needs home and my heart sunk. I
was almost to the point of praying to God that I would not have to go
there. For those who do not know I do not talk about my feelings, at
all. I have never had a need to. When it comes to children with
special needs that will need help for the rest of their lives my
heart shatters for them. It has been so bad at times that I can’t
even be in the same room with a child without the urge to breakdown
in tears. (Another thing I do not do is cry.) For this reason I
have not had much interaction with special need kids except for the
amazing few in the middle school program at Van Dyke Church. Even
that pulls at my heart hard.
I still remember the first time that I
saw someone with special needs. I was very young around 7-8 years
old, in McDonald’s with my mom when this young man with special
needs walked in with his mother and it was clear to me that something
was not right with him. Right then and there my heart was destroyed.
I could not understand why God would allow such a thing to take
place. I just remember my mom taking me home and crying in her arms
for hours. This feeling haunted me for years while I pushed it to
the back of my mind where I didn’t have to think of it anymore as I
got older. It is a good thing that God goes by His plans for our
lives and not our own desires.
The time that I have spent at the
children home has been priceless. My first day there one of the
little girls grabbed my hand and walked me through all the rooms to
each child. There were no tears in my eyes. The fear had left my
heart and all that was left was love for all of these children. As
my little escort took me from child to child, I laid hands on each
and every one of them and prayed over them. Words can not describe
the joy that was in my heart as I walked from child to child. When I
had prayed over all the children I went back into one of the first
rooms and for the remainder of our time just held a few of the
children that were unable to use their legs in my arms.
We serve an outrageous God that laughs
at our fears and is not afraid to throw us into the fire. A God who
tells us to get over ourselves and to just love those in need. Thank
you God for not listening to my petty pleas of self pity and opening
my eyes to the wonder of all of your creations. God help me to never
stop being amazed by your goodness.
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