It’s hard to describe what takes place in the home. For the protection of the staff, I will not share too many specifics, but just know that it is very different than America. Once you see my pictures upon my return home, you will maybe understand a little more about these dear children. They are not just orphan statistics. They are real kids with real stories with real hearts with real devotion to the Lord with real hopes and dreams of following His will for their lives.
Just like David Platt observed, I’ve noticed that orphans are easier to ignore before you know their names, see their faces, and get to know them. It’s easy to pretend they will be okay before you hold them in your arms. It’s easy to not empathize with the fact that there are millions starving while we eat a $10 meal in America (which pretty much would provide at least a week of meals over here). It’s easy to not really believe the conditions they live in. It’s so easy to ignore and stick to our comforts until you abandon them and rely on Jesus to see you through day to day.
It’s easy until you’re here and you see the needs. Once you do, everything changes. The statistics become real children who need parents. They become the people we are told to be voices for. They become who you want to help and who you desperately want to love and care for.