moment I saw him, he would be in my heart and thoughts forever. I met hundreds
of kids, and I loved them all, but little Jombi stuck out to me for some
reason. He was my little boy.
go find him; I would hold him, play with him, and sing to him.
really bloated belly, and he was always with his older sister, Anna, who was
maybe twelve or thirteen. I don’t know exactly how old he was, he could run
around but he didn’t talk yet, so my guess was around 2.
thinking about him. That boy is always in my mind and on my heart. I would give
anything to have him here with me.
donating extra money, I was able to buy food and some clothes for the kids,
including Jombi. I gave him and his sister some flour, beans, and rice and some
clothes; I picked out a special outfit for him, knowing he would look killer in
the plaid cargo shorts and blue polo shirt (not like he would ever care), and
he even got a little teddy bear.
I didn’t want to let him down out of my arms, it hurt walking away, knowing
that he didn’t know I wouldn’t be back the next day to hold him.
just as prevalent in my thoughts. I know there is a reason why this boy is so
strongly on my heart. I thought of ways I could help him, maybe start raising
money to pay for his way through school (as he was part of a family whose kids
weren’t going to school).
Meanwhile, I had been talking back and forth with Phillip, a
man I worked with there who is taking care of Melissa. I asked him to go check
on Jombi and let me know how he was doing. Phillip informed me that Jombi’s
mother moved to a city about 10 hours away to find work, and he and his sister
were left with their stepfather and his children. A week or so later and I
talked to Phillip again. He said that now the stepfather brought his own
children to his mothers to be taken care of, but left Jombi and his sister to
fend for themselves for food and care. At this point I believe he was still
living in the house but just wasn’t being cared for or fed. I learned his
sister would try to get food for Jombi and her from neighbors.
Now just a few days ago, I learned more bad news. I don’t
have all the details yet, but Jombi has been evicted from where he was staying
and now he is supposedly with a well wisher, whatever that means, but no longer with his step dad.
malnourished as evidenced by his bloated belly. My mind wonders…What does he
think about this world? His mom and dad are walking out of his life at such a young age; he is scrounging for food. It is not ok that a three year old should lose his
mother, get denied food from his stepfather, and then be kicked out of his home.
Where are you Jombi? Are you staying warm at night? Are you
getting enough to eat? Know that I love you so much, and I am praying that our
Abba God is surrounding you and ravishing His love on you. I will see you again
my sweet boy.
Please keep Jombi and Anna in your prayers.
