"I keep telling these children that God loves them,
but if no one comes to show them,
how can they ever believe me?"
Moses
Director of 60Feet
It was with that statement that I realized, truly, for the first time, what it means to be Jesus' hands and feet.
The enormity of it.
We were not able to visit the prisons they lock these forgotten children away in.
They waited for us, with the promise of clothing, food and love.
And it breaks my heart that we couldn't be there.
We were told that grown men leave weeping for the fate of these beautiful children.
The conditions are unspeakable.
Children as little as one and a half and three years old.
Imprisoned for no other reason than that they were alone on the streets of Kampala,
with no one to love them.
Beautiful babies.
What if they were mine?
What would I do to reach them?
And is anything less
worthy of being called love?
2 comments:
Is it too far a stretch to say they are yours, ours because they are God's children?
I don't think so.
Many tears here. Praying for you girls!
Just found your blog and this post completely breaks my heart all over again for those children. I cannot even begin to fathom what a day in their lives must be like and I do pray that God provides the opportunity to go back and to follow through with Moses' promise that we would come to love them! I miss all of you Idaho girls very much! Thanks for having a huge impact in my life during our time together! Much love!!
Bekah
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