When I heard there was a "baby house" at El Shaddai Ministries, which houses babies to four years, I knew that's where I would be every day that month. Having contracted baby fever long ago, it was the only ministry that I was interested in.
El Shaddai is a children's home located in the Mnyokane/Ekufikeni valley in northwestern Swaziland. Their mission is simple: to take in children from the area who have been orphaned, abused, or neglected, to love them, and to give them a wonderful home.
The first day at the baby house, I was playing with several of the kids outside on the swing set. Often, it ended up being one American trying to juggle pushing at least four different kids on the swings, including the one that was across the playground. I can still hear the choruses of "Jen! Push me! Push me!"
As I was running back and forth, trying to keep up with pushing all of the kids on the swings, I looked over, and I saw him.
He was standing on the outskirts of the swing set, looking at the ground, then looking up at the kids playing on the swings, wishing he could join. His dirty white t-shirt was a stark contrast to his dark skin, and his eyes were round and moist with tears.
My heart melted….
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