This picture was taken after the program.
The girl on the far left in the front row and the girl in between me and Olivia are both deaf but were able to perform in a dance routine with a group of girls that was so beautiful. The girl to my immediate left has no feet but did a solo dance routine that was precious. We are all on our knees next to her so that she doesn’t feel uncomfortable.
The children who have blonde hair in the photo are actually albino Indian children. The two behind me are brother and sister and were found living on their own several years ago with two younger siblings. The oldest sister would go to the streets after a wheat truck had made a delivery and would scoop up the wheat and dirt on the ground and then take it back to her brothers and sister and wash it so that they had food to eat.
Tonight as I have had an evening of sickness (I think the trip has caught up with my body), I can’t help but think of these kids in their dorm rooms and wonder what it is like for them when they are sick. Their caretakers are precious, but their facilities at this point are incredibly lacking in the way of comfort that most of us are blessed to have.
So even as my head is pounding and my stomach is not feeling so well, I feel thankful and undeserving of a home that provides love, security, a soft pillow, and so much more.
When these kids hugged us, you could feel their need for so many more hugs.
My prayer tonight is that each of these kids feels the hugs of angels so tightly that they know without a doubt that God loves them and has a beautiful plan for their lives in spite of their beginnings and their disabilities.
Humbly heading to bed,