*Written March 19, 2017
You, my sweet child, are 7 years old. You have been in the orphanage for about a year now. The police took you out of your home because you were a child slave. At 6 years old, you were a slave to this world. You were on your hands and knees scrubbing, cleaning, and only God knows what else. They showed me your feet, how broken and hurt they were. You showed them to me too. They showed me your head: where you have been beaten. You did not deserve any of what the world did to you. But Jesus is holding you. He sees you. He saw that you were hurting and being treated by the evil of the world. So He placed you in this orphanage. He placed you somewhere where you can close your eyes and pray without being fearful of what will happen when your eyes are shut. I see you hurting and I see you restored. I see you dancing. I see complete and utter beauty in you. I see joy and I see love. I see you… Jesus sees you.
Ganga, I am thanking God for putting our paths together. You have given me hope that this dark world cannot overcome the light that is the Lord. When I think about you, I learn what joy is. You are 7 years old and have already taught the world things that most 60 year olds don’t yet know.
Ganga, don’t ever stop chasing the Kingdom, because it belongs to you.
