he is pale and thin. Too thin. Much too thin. And weak. She is very weak.
She is hunched over like an old lady, her back curved and aching.
For months she has been in the care of another facility. They didn't have the resources or even knowledge to know what to do and in desperation they tried to find a facility that would take her.
At 11 years old, she has had a lifetime of neglect and of suffering.
This is not just because of poverty. Even the poor make choices.
Born with a condition that required surgery and a colostomy bag, she has never gotten the right medical care. Frankly, she has not gotten any kind of right care.
She has raised herself and the state of her medical condition is very serious.
Without immediate surgery, her health will deteriorate very quickly.
And she has been so brave.
She has cared for herself, changed her own tape, wiped her raw, chaffed tummy where the bag hangs, and rubbed her own little back.
She has comforted herself and cried herself to sleep many nights.
She talked herself through long, pain filled days wondering what will become of her.
She shuffles in and our caregiver wraps her arms gently around her weary shoulders. She is gently cleaned by our nurse and surrounded by girls who want to love her and know her story. She is told that she will be cared for and she smiles ever so slightly. She is visibly exhausted. She is told that Jesus loves her and that God has a plan for her life. The girls know to tell her that. And they gave her a bed and even some of their things. They made her feel like she belongs and that she is wanted and that she is loved.
It is a beautiful thing...
for there is hope in love.