The unwanted ones
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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