First day at the care point. My heart was broken in more ways than it ever has been or I ever thought possible. Some of these kids only see love with the few hours that they are there during the day. Some kids only receive one meal the whole day and that is there. One girl caught my eye on that first day. I tried to get her to play but she just wanted to sit on my lap. Just to feel loved. She had no shoes on. Her feet were all infected. I asked one of the Gogos about her. She said that she has a twin. The father passed away from HIV. The mother has no job. The care point meal is the only one they receive. After care points close they just go home and go to sleep. This is life in Swaziland. There is a joy here in Swazi that isn’t dependent on circumstances. It’s totally dependent on God’s love.
How vastly different the lives of a 9 year old in Swazi and a 9 year old In America are. A nine year old in Swazi has to worry about only getting one meal a day, fending for her siblings, and dealing with the loss of her parents from a horrible disease. A nine year old in America is so different. Most are worried about making a soccer team or wondering who they can sit with at lunch.
I’ll never be the same again after seeing these things.
“Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls. Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.”
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