I've visited the same orphanage multiple times, and yet every time holds a different experience. The ratio between children and workers are mind boggling. There just simply aren't enough to supply for the physical needs while still managing to supply for their emotional and spiritual needs. This is evident in the way the children fight for our attention and nearly trample us longing to gain the spot in our laps. They simply want to be loved.
As we were driving back to the compound after attending the Sunday night service there at the orphanage, Roody Joseph (the missionary here) told me of how he had a moment of brokenness tonight, and his words really touched my heart. He said he sat there asking God, "Do these kids even dream?" He referred to them as similar to prisons, stuck within the walls of the orphanage with little to no knowledge of the outside world. They grow up there until age 20, learning no trade or life experience, and then are released to the outside world without a clue of what to do. When speaking with some of the older girls there yesterday, asking what their plans were when they left the orphanage, and they each answered that they didn't know.
One of the things Roody said that moved me the most and really put things into perspective was, "How can they dream about the ocean if they've never seen it." And it made me think, what could they dream about other than what they've seen? I can dream big dreams because I've seen the world, or have access to the internet to see the things I wish to see. But these kids see who and what are within four walls. What could their dreams consist of?
Like Roody said, the only comfort I can cling to for these kids is Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
He has a plan for each of those kids that He will iron out in his timing. And that's the only thing I can rest in.
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