remnants.

today i started crying and praying over them.
the orphans.
i could hear their voices, their native tongue breaking through the english.
those eyes.
those hearts.

the ones on the streets hair isnt black anymore. it's the color of cinnamon sticks. the sun is so fierce. their eyes glisten and the white parts are often yellow instead. their teeth are broken and discolored and they have that thick slobber on the corners of their mouths because they are so thirsty, so hungry.

who is there to take care of them? who hugs them and wraps their arms around them when they cry? who takes them to the well for a drink of water when they're burning up with fever? who combs their hair?

& then God reminds me, that he hugs them, holds them, puts his Hedge of protection around them.

but i still cry, i am now, and i pray, and plead for their safety. all of them and yet some more in particular, because i know the burden for them to be loved is one that God placed on me. so i will rejoice in knowing that he will continue to bring opportunities into my life to love those people.


my family.
my india.