This is a blog one of my squad mates Kathryn Gironimi wrote. This is a little girl we met while in the Phililippians and she tells her story so well. Please take a moment to read.
I.n.n.o.c.e.n.c.e.
She has eight brothers and sisters. Her parents struggle to afford all of them.
She and her brother and sisters pile up on small floor space to sleep at night, the same floor that the babies have urinated on through the course of the day.
If one of the children gets sick and vomits on the floor, it’s not unlikely that another will end up rolling into it.
She is always dirty.
They have lice.
Her mother was in the hospital and her father was away trying to make money to get the mom out of the hospital when her grandmother, to afford the bills, prostituted out
her eleven year old sister.
A few months ago I had only heard stories like this, but now I’m looking at their faces and realizing that they only way to make a difference is to become part of their story. I cannot change the past, and I cannot control the future, but I have a choice to love in the present.
There is some injustice in this world, and when you are looking in the face of a six-year-old who’s world is defined by injustice and yet, you see her smiling because she just wants to play and laugh with you… it changes your heart. It also allows you to see, how in the midst of a fallen world, God is fighting to let His glory shine through the ones He loves.
God is good. You start with that truth, and then you let the rest fill in…
