They lay and sit around all day.
No one to play with and few to interact with.
They are disabled.
In this culture, they are considered “the least of these.”
They were abandoned in bus stations, the side of the road, train stations and numerous other places.
They have gone through traumatic events and most aren’t over the age of 10.
They’ve seen more doctors than a child should.
They wear diapers.
They have serious medical conditions that cost a lot of money to control.
They don’t have a family.
They are considered unworthy to most people.
But to me, my team, and God, these kids are royals.
They give love easily.
They light up a room with a smile.
They have gone through so much and still have never-ending joy.
They learn quickly.
They try harder at everything.
They teach me life lessons without even trying.
They have stories to tell.
They have a voice that needs to be heard and not forgotten.
They comprehend more than we could imagine.
Sadly, I have to leave these kids in a few days, but God has given me a glorious vision.
I see familiar faces of Asher, Amy, Jasmine, Dinah, Rhoda, Nolan, Christina, and all the other children. They are running freely to me with no problems to be seen. They are “normal.” They have even more joy than before because they are in the presence of our Father in Heaven. They bound into my arms and remember the time we had together. They smother me with kisses and hugs while loving me as much as I have loved them. They have finally found a place where they belong.
They are loved.
They are free.
They are royalty.
