We have one week left here in Haiti and I am feeling that God’s work in me is not finished yet, but is only beginning. As most of you know, I am not crazy about kids. It is not that I don’t like kids, but they are not my passion. As you also know, we have spent this month living at an orphanage with 200 kids. God is challenging me.
The kids here are great, but like all children they crave constant attention and affection. Since these kids are orphans, they need these things even more so than the average child as they do not receive much of it. There simply are not enough house mothers to go around and give each child what they want and need. This is where we come in. This is one of the most important things we are doing while here. We are loving on these kids. I feel as though I am constantly surrounded by them and it is non-stop touch. Whether they are holding my hand, stroking my arms and legs, playing with my hair, hugging on me, or squeezing my fat (yes, they LOVE that! They are literally skin and bones and have nothing to squeeze so they love squeezing our arms and legs.), they are always touching us. This has been taking me out of my comfort zone, especially since we are not talking about just one child here. There are at least 200. There are hoards of kids touching each and every one of us all the time. Forget about personal space. Not only are they touching me all the time, but more importantly, I should be touching them even more than they are touching me. Is this possible? Apparently. But, I am not there yet. This is where God is stretching me.
