The unwanted ones


Some days my heart aches. I just don’t understand. I can’t rap my brain around the mentality of people here or some of the choices they choose to make.  Let me be fair in saying, it’s not India or Indians.  People all over the world make stupid, selfish, and ugly decisions every day.

There are currently two little girls (maybe 3 and 5 years old) within the guardianship of 2 of our students. Their father died and their mother doesn’t want them. No one in the family wants them.  The mom left the country and just left them with the grandfather with hopes he would find a place for them. They showed up in our city expecting the boys orphanage associated with out work to take them in and find a place. The grandfather left them there knowing the boys home couldn’t take girls and knowing the leaders had no idea where to place them.  He just left.

The record repeats in my head, “How could any mother do this?  How could any grandfather do this?  How is there not one person in their family willing to take on the care of these children?  HOW?”

My heart aches.  The younger one noticed me last week when I was on the campus; I was the only mom figure on the compound. The students are young teenagers for the most part, and the rest of the staff and people are all men. She came up to me with a meek smile, and I could tell she wanted to climb in my lap. I scooped her up and loved on her and played with her. I prayed over her silently as I lovingly held in tight in my arms.  My heart begged, “HOW?”

Manoj and my hearts grieve for these girls. Our hearts pain for them and the many others like them. The unwanted, uncared for, and unloved ones. Our hearts breath, “We want you!” It seems like it is far too often, on a regular basis, that we have to have serious conversations about children like these girls. What are we suppose to do? Should we take them in? How can we help? How can we be sure they will be safe and raised by loving “parents” that will care for them and teach them God’s love.

“How God? How? These are just two in thousands, maybe millions.  How?  How can we help them all?  How?” 

The sad fact is these girls are just two in millions of statistics of girls without homes, without families to love them, girls who are totally abandoned. These girls are just two of so many that will be trafficked and sold.

Oh hearts cry “How God?”

We want the unwanted ones to know they are most deeply and assuredly wanted!

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