Beautiful Gift

Beautiful Gift……………………..

And she was.

Care points are just places where children come to be fed and
sometimes taught, they are in abandoned buildings or a building with a
classroom. Taught and fed by Go-Go’s which are usually widows or grandmothers
of the area who cook and feed the children that come.  They walk from their homes (huts) barefoot
usually, with their dirty bowls and torn clothes.  Hungry. 
This is most likely their only meal for the day.  When we toured the care points we were told
they eat a packaged food that is sent from the states, fortified with nutrients
accompanied by a cornmeal type food as well. 
It was really neat to see that a company from Minnesota sent the food
they eat all the time.  “Feed My Starving
Children” out of Minneapolis.  They need
it sooo bad.  They have nothing else.

We went to the care points and mostly played with the
children, entertained them for the most part with games, songs, coloring,
painting fingernails and toenails, and simply loving them.  Something they may not be too familiar with.

She walked barefoot with her bowl.  She was tiny. 
She was sad.  She sat by herself
for a while and then sat on Robyn’s lap as we both painted children’s   
fingernails and some toenails.  She
didn’t smile at all.  She kept touching
my arm and reaching for me.  I ended up
picking her up and just holding her.  She
just wanted love.  To be held and
acknowledged.  She wouldn’t talk and I never
found out her name.  When they were fed,
she wouldn’t even feed herself.  I asked
where she was from and where her mother was. 
The only thing I found out on this particular day was she was taken care
of by her grandmother and that she was hardly taken care of. I guessed that she
was an early 2 years old.  She was sooo
small, dirty and needy.  On this day, there
was really intense wind gusts that would blow dirt everywhere.  In their food, hair, and sometimes blow over
the little ones.  I was so angry with
what they had to deal with.  There was no
building protection from the wind or anything. 

 I scooped her up and held her head with one hand close to my
heart and I fell in love with her.  I helped
protect her from the wind/dirt and sat her down and fed her the mush of a meal.
I didn’t want to let her go, I didn’t want to leave her unprotected and
alone.  I could have kept her.  She was so sweet, and so innocent and so sad…
I just prayed for her and walked away shaken when it was time to go.

Lord.

How could I feel love so quickly? For a dirty little girl and
I don’t even know her name.  Will I see
her again?  Please Father take care of
her.  Thank You for Your love I felt for
her. 

She was on my heart.  I
hoped that I would see her again. 

James 1:17

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming
down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to
change.