to be continued

Ecclesiastes 3:4 states that there is a time and season for everything. A time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance. Luke 10:27 tells us to love the Lord our God with all our strength, and to love our neighbor as ourselves.  Isaiah 1:17 teaches us to learn what is right, to seek justice, and defend the oppressed, defend the cause of orphans, and plead for the widows cause. Helping Hands Orphanage has captured my heart and held it ransom. The experience I had at Helping Hands Orphanage I would not trade for all the money in the world. If I got the choice, I would go through those 5 months all over again just for a kiss before bed that leaves my face covered in spit, a soft voice outside my door at 6 am letting me know it’s time to start my day, or little voices begging me to just sit with them while they play in the dirt. I have never loved any child as much as I loved those children. Those boys held my heart in the palm of their little hands. God took my heart and broke down every single wall I had ever built up. He let me experience their brokenness, their defeat, and their day-to-day struggles. A meeting on Friday January 2, 2015 ended my time at Helping Hands Orphanage. The meeting was unexpected, and all I could do was sit there and listen to what the leadership of the orphanage wanted to share with me. I said sorry when I needed to, and listened when it was necessary. Not understanding or agreeing with all the reasons why, but knowing I was being forced to leave within a 72-hour period of time. Thank you Jesus for my boys, for their hearts, and my short amount of time with them. Thank you Jesus for everyone who supported me, loved me, and encouraged me from across the ocean.  Thank you Jesus for redemption, your grace, and unrelenting mercy.  As you can imagine I am at loss for words. If you would please keep my boys, Grace, and myself in your prayers as we continue to make sense of what happened. Also that our hearts would begin to heal, the boys were on vacation when we were forced to leave, resulting in us not getting to say goodbye or give one last hug. Please know I am open to any hard questions that you would like to ask, or concerns you want to share. I got home Sunday night and since then have been wrestling with my brokenness. I know my God is good and His peace is overwhelming. I pray that I will feel his peace soon.