I got a glimpse today into one of the lives of the children at Thembacare where I volunteer 3 days a week. All seems quiet until the older children come back from pre-school. When they arrive it is a whirlwind of excitement. There are 6 children that are older (ages 3-8) that are in constant struggle for the best toy or book. As I watch them play there is one boy that seems to always be a little too excited. He runs around in a flurry taking toys and bringing tears. While it usually frustrates me because he doesn’t seem to listen…today was different. After loosing in an argument for control of a toy, he gives up defeated. He comes and stands in front of me. As I look into his big brown eyes, I see more than sadness over the toy. I see a deep sadness and a little boy that has suffered and endured more than he should have to in his 4 years. After arriving at Thembacare, his mother died. He is awaiting a foster home that can give him the love and care he deserves.
So, I pick him up and just hold him. He immediately clings to me with all he has. As if I was his only lifeline. That is when the Lord allowed me to see this precious boy with His eyes. I hold him and can just feel the desperation coming from him. He holds on for at least 30 minutes. I pray peace over his spirit, which seems to live in torment. All I can do is hold on to him and pray that when I let go and those dark moments come, that Jesus would be there to hold him.
It is even a reminder to me that in those hard moments of life and it seems like the darkness won’t end, that is when Jesus is holding me in His arms.
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