On Monday, we went to Cipi (one of the orphanages) again and did Bible and English. When you go to a center with the same kids more than once, the kids there start to get attached to you and remember you. This past Monday, there was a sweet little boy, who we see every week, that came up to me and another girl I have been working with, and told us how much he loved us. He kept saying to us, "you are like my moms." So all day he would come up and say "mama" to whichever one of us he was hugging at the time. I couldn't help but think that all these kids at these orphanages long to have a mother, someone who they can just call "mom", and that we may be the closest thing that they get to a mom or dad. Another girl came up to us after class was over and when it was time to go home and wanted to show us her book that she had made. It was a notebook but inside where pictures from what look to be like different people that she had met. She had kept everything that people had given her. There were pictures, notes that people had written to her, pictures that she had drawn or crafts that she had made, she had also written poems in the notebook. That was her memory book. Something that she could keep forever and remember all the good times she had. She started talking to us and boy did she have a lot to say. We talked for probably 30 or 40 min. She started talking to us about some of the poems she had written, one of her poems was about a man who was in prison because he had done a lot of bad things. The man was thinking of all the things he had done and what he was going to do when he got out. She told us she had written that because that is how she felt, like she was trapped in a prison and couldn't get out. Another poem was written about her 15th birthday. She wrote about how alone she felt and how none of her family had come to visit her on her birthday. It made me think of how all these kids must feel, like they have no one and that they are trapped inside somewhere and can never get out. Or that maybe they feel like they will never have anyone to love them. I think of all the things we take for granted every day, all the little things like family, friends, church, or maybe even the fact that someone just calls to wish us a happy birthday. I wish I could understand everything the kids say, but when you cant speak their language, it makes it hard to understand. Please continue to pray for these kids, that they will be able to feel the love of God through us or whoever they come in contact with, and that they will not feel so alone.
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