Earlier this afternoon, as I was sitting here, trying to get some work done I was enjoyably distracted by the sounds of the children outside, singing one of their clapping and dancing games. I stopped to think how instead of being out on the streets they are happily playing, waiting for their dinner to be ready.
I've heard the stories about what life could be like for these children if it were not for a group like His Promise. I've heard stories about how life WAS like for some of the 60 children who are part of this ministry. Of how life IS like for those children whose parents have abandoned them, despite still being under the same roof. Or, for those children whose caregivers are a mockery.
Still I wonder, where would these particular children, the nine that were right outside my window, be right now, this very minute? What would they be doing? Would they be laughing and playing... or afraid and crying; trying to avoid any sexual or physical abuse? Would they be friendly and gracious... or hardened and contemptuous? Would they be waiting for their dinner... or hungry and searching for food?
One of the six children we have is a thirteen year old girl who, prior to the efforts of Steve and Karrie Graham, was living in a household of ten siblings without any adults. The other five, all related, I'm told spent a good part of their lives in a 'volunteer home'. Where the caregivers came and went.
I'm praying that a set of good foster parents can be found before we leave.
I should be much more afraid of being mistaken and then finding out that Christianity is true than of being
mistaken in believing it to be true. (Pascal)
We all want to get to heaven but nobody wants to die. (Unknown...still looking)
God hasn't given you the events of your life to hold in your own hands. He is allowing you to watch them
unfold in His. (Shannon Kubiak, "God Called a Girl")
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