So this past week was an interesting one. It was different
than the norm, even tho we haven’t really entered into the norm. There were
some people from our team helping with an UCSA camp. Then there was a holiday
program that some of the others were helping in at Victory For All. That is
where I was all week!
And honestly, let’s just say I wasn’t thrilled when I found
this out. I wanted to do house visits like I had been doing. I was beginning to
get to know the families we would be working with, I was seeing God do amazing
things, my heart was being
broken daily and I was being stretched in
unimaginable ways. That is where my heart was.
Needless to say, God has other plans in mind for me. I was
working this morning camp. The kids from the township just came as they
pleased. They were not disciplined, they came from broken homes, most of them
were probably beaten and more than likely raped, especially the little girls. I dont know how to handle this. My heart was not ready!
First of all, kids are not exactly my specialty. I would
much prefer middle school to college aged kids. I just don’t have much of a heart for that age group…. Or I
didn’t have much of a heart for them. That all changed. Day 1 was probably the
hardest for me. I was picked along with 2 other of my teammates to do the
dances on stage. That was great for me: I was in musical theatre, I loved to
dance, I loved to have energy. That part of the week was wonderful. But… I was
on stage in front of all these little ones. They saw my face every day, they
knew me, and they wanted to hang all over me. It was a hard situation for me. I
didn’t want them hanging on me, but I had no choice. The next day, day 2, God
broke me for them. I don’t know why. I don’t know where it came from. I just
know that I was in pieces when I saw the little faces as they came in through
that door. They were so eager to come sit with me, and to sing to Jesus, and to
listen to a bible story, and sing worship songs, and jump, and dance, and have
the time of their lives.
That was Monday thru Friday morning. Then Monday and Tuesday
afternoon, my team got to do our
house visits. HOORAY! Well, let me just tell you now, God decided he was going
to tear my heart to shreds. On Monday we went to one lady’s house, and she took
us back to see her baby. Baby Enza was 7 months old and weighed the amount of a
newborn! It wasn’t eating anything because the mother wasn’t producing any
milk, and she couldn’t afford to buy it formula. She was feeding it flower and
water, which is basically glue. So we told her we would see what we could do.
My team and I came back and talked to our leaders and found out that Aaryn met
this lady before she came home last year and only had one week to help her.
Apparently, she gets money from the government monthly that she spends on
things like alcohol and marijuana. This makes me angry and I wish I could do
something about it. I don’t know what to do here. Long story short, she let us
take the baby and put it into an orphanage indefinitely. This woman still needs
love, and she needs Jesus. Please pray for her, the baby, and for us to have
discernment in how to help her.
That is just a quick update of what has gone on this past
week! It has been a hard week for me. I was stretched to deal with lots and
lots of broken children. I don’t understand their situations and I don’t know
how to help them. All I know how to do is love them. I also was broken with
this situation of baby Enza. I am so mad at the mother, but I need to show her
love. I don’t know how to do this. Please pray that I learn how. I need help
with this. I cannot do it on my own.
Love you all!
-Roth
