I am not much of a blogger so
much of what I wanted to share with you in this entry is directly from my
Journal – I hope that it reaches you in some way as God has through just
walking where He would lead me. It was a lovely Wednesday morning seeing Debbie
arise and smile with no more migraine – Thank you Jesus!! And thank you Saints
for praying! We were presented with a lovely breakfast including scrambled
eggs, a collard green like substance and mango slices fresh from the tree
outside and a cup of Jamaican Java and shortly after set sail for Café Blue and
I got an iced Jamaican coffee brew and some hula hoops at the drug store next
store for the kids at the Blossom gardens for 350 Jamaican dollars :O we got
stamps, water and all the items to get through the week. Our first stop would
be at the Melody House where we finished up making some aprons and t-shirt rugs
and had a sweet day of victory with sewing machines working when they all
decided not to work the previous day, I
was working with a young girl who really wanted to quit along with me with all
of yesterdays frustrations – but we both managed to get through the project
with restored sewing machines and had a victory in the completions of two
aprons which she made for a friend and even stitched her initials into it- so
sweet and thoughtful of her- The Melody House is having a fish fry for a
fundraiser on Friday so you can be in prayer for God to accomplish all that concerns the
facility and move people to take action to support financially and prayerfully
and however else the Lord would impress their hearts. We ate lunch in the
vehicle on our way to the Grandville Girls “Home” around 1.With a lovely 45
minute drive and satisfied bellies I was feeling pretty confident in presenting
the girls with a smile as well as Jesus love . As we drove up to the gate there
was a security guard that authorized our entry in the court yard where we
parked and were then enclosed by a maybe 12 ft. fence lined with bobbed wire.
The girls were on the other side of the fence that looked more like a prison to
me than any facility I have ever seen- they were ruff housing it and hitting
and pushing and laughing, quite a mixed amount of emotion all at once. There
were around 60 girls there ranging from the age of 10-17. We were all
responsible to bring out what we had brought in . I brought a Uno game and a
bag of color crayons for coloring- and before you know it the girls had all the
crayons out and we were sitting at the picnic table playing uno and coloring. I
was greeting and getting to know names and was sure to keep a smile on my face
as to bring cheer and a merry countenance to the girls- I held that smile on my
face and was sure to keep it there at all times. Then I began to notice things,
such as dark sad eyes and scars over every piece of flesh I saw – I began to
recognize in the midst of the clay covered ground marked with rubble was where the feet of these hurting children would
spend the next season of their life however long that would be I have no idea-
but it was a dagger to think that these girls had never experienced a sense of
love and acceptance. It was really hard to take in and I immediately grew sad
with hidden tears that the little 10
year old girl that called me Momma was around the age of my eldest daughter
and I imagined my Hannah behind these
bars. This little girl wanted me to walk with her and play with her. We sat and
played a round of jenga and then she just wanted me to watch her and tell her
what a great job she was doing- I kept praising her and high fiving her and
just watched her as she announced “ this is is fun” This is soo much fun Momma”
I know that this is what a lot of the girls must call the Nannies or workers
but I couldn’t help but respond in my heart “ I am willing, I will be your Momma” I loved this little
girl and I took her under my wing. I will never forget her and will pray for
her as she were my own daughter for safety favor and Jesus to be in her and
show her great and marvelous things and show her the plans that He has to
prosper her and give her a future and hope. This was so hard especially walking
away feeling helpless and at the same time accountable. There is no way that I
can just turn away and do nothing . I have this awareness and responsibility
for these girls. I know that the burden isn’t for me to carry because I also
know that the love that I feel fades away in comparison to the love that the
Father has for these girls. I will just
end this with this verse James 2: 14- 17 “ If a brother or sister be naked, and
destitute of daily food, And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye
warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are
needful to the body; which doth it profit? Even so faith, if it hath not works
, is dead, being alone.
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