“They’ve come from far,” she said. It was 4 a.m. We were sitting on the couch drinking ginger tea and talking until the sunlight slowly crept through the windows. The caretaker’s wife had had an asthma attack in the middle of the night and had knocked on the window of the children’s home asking to borrow money so that he could take his wife to the hospital.
I was glad Margaret had decided to spend a couple days at the home. She and her husband had started the Crying Children of Africa project after growing attached to a group of children living in IDP camps. Most of the kids lost their parents after the political violence which took place in Kenya back in 2007. It has been a long time coming, but the children were able to move into their new home in January.
Abba’s House, a beautiful home with a bright red roof and seventeen precious children living together as a family. Most of the children lost their parents during the political violence. A couple of them had parents died from AIDS. Two of the kids are from Picot a very remote area in Kenya. They were found abandoned after their fathers were believed to have killed their mothers. The one little boy was found trying to nurse on his dead mother. Stories that break my heart and make me squeeze the kids just a little bit tighter when they want a hug.
With the caretaker and his wife safely on their way to the hospital, Margaret and I stayed up just talking. She told story after story about how God had lead her and her husband through the process of starting this children’s home. I listened amazed at how God has worked through this Kenyan couple bringing people along the way to help them during the journey and providing what was needed at just the right time.
“They have come from far,” she said telling me about how James used to take off his gum boots and hug them to his chest when he walked through mud because he didn’t want to get his precious shoes dirty.
Later in the week Alyssa and I took on the project of organizing the kids shoes. Charity still has the shoes she came with. A pair of sandals made out of an old tire. Now when I look at their shoe shelf I see rows of neatly stacked shoes with polished black shoes for school and a variety of gym shoes in various stages of disrepair. Now our project is to get all of the kids gym shoes that fit, have laces, and are in good condition so that when they play outside they will not get any foot injuries (we had four foot injuries just last week). My church back in the states just collected shoes and is sending out two suitcases this week stuffed with shoes, clothes, and other goodies.
It makes my heart happy just being able to be a part of these 17 kids lives, and I’m so thankful for everyone else who has taken an interest in them as well. These kids are going to go even farther in life. I see it in their eyes and in their love for God. I’m just thankful that I get to walk along side them on this incredible journey.