Screaming…
Crying…
Rocking back and forth on the ground with her finger nails dug in her scalp.
Enough is enough.
I can’t take it. All I can think is, “We have to do something.�
I gently pick this beautiful little blind girl off the ground and walk to the porch.
She was frantic and miserable and it seemed impossible to get her to
sit still. Lice is everywhere. Hair, eggs, and bugs cover are hands and
arms. It took three of us to calmly and gently hold her arms, legs, and
fragile little body still enough to cut her hair off. As she continued
to moan and cry all I could think was to sing.
My hands were shaking and all three of us are in tears at how awful
this entire situation is. I can’t hold back my tears as I try to cut.
We begin to sing…
Jesus loves you this I know
for the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
they are weak but He is strong
Yes, Jesus loves you.
Yes, Jesus loves you.
Yes, Jesus loves you the Bible tells me so.
She begins to calm down as we take her back to the washroom and rinse
her off and her heavy spirit begins to lift. We soak her head with
coconut oil and my teammate Bethany dries her off, and sits with her
outside, rocking her back and forth singing over her. She finally
stopped scratching and a smile came to her sweet little face.
I could not seem to stop the tears & all I heard was,
“When you serve the least of these, you serve Me.â€� – Jesus
A few days later, I received an opportunity to do the same thing
again but this time for an immobile little boy. As I begin to cut
through his hair I found myself shocked. It looked like someone had
dumped sand in his hair. The eggs were uncountable and the worst part
was he couldn’t do anything to stop the itching. We tried our best to
cut off the hair and remove as many eggs as possible and then took him
to rinse off, and lather his little head in coconut oil. I held him
close to me and just continued to tell him, “It’s going to be okay.
You’re such a strong little man. It’s going to be all better.�
We put some clean clothes on and I held him in my lap, rocking him
back and forth. He isn’t really one to show much emotion, but I could
tell he seemed happier. All of the sudden, one of my favorite little
girls comes in the room and slowly walks towards my chair.
Her little eyes were fixed on this boy. Quietly she came around
towards where his head was laying. She stared intently and touched him
ever so gently. She looks up at me and back down at him and begins to
kiss his head. Little kisses from his forehead to the back of his head.
Tears welled up in my eyes as she continues to lightly kiss him.
“What you do unto the least of these, you do unto Me.â€� – Jesus
It was her kisses that showed me Jesus.
