Armie is one of the young girls living here that I have come to love. I have added a caption to which one she is in my photos. She was brought to the Children's home directly from the hospital…trembling and bandaged. The emotion called fear defined her life for all of the seven years lived. Fear consumed everything she was, but was all she ever knew. Armie was brought to the Children's home directly from a stay in the hospital. Broken from the inside out, any unfamiliarity to her is a terror. The unknown grounds and faces of the Children's home, although welcoming, were and still are questionable. Her father had broken both her arm and her leg in their most recent and permanently last encounter. A past that hasn't yet left her realities as a vulnerable child causes her to flinch and clench and retreat in response to quick motions towards her or a grab of her arm for any reason.
As most stories here do, hers is one entailing mixed emotions. I have found myself thanking God for outcomes that are neither gratifying nor settling in any way. But time and Love will tell these kids why their upbringings were harshly corrupted. And although tragic, the strength they have through their stories so far told have already and will continue to change lives.
Some of the first and some of the last glories I experience in a day here come during morning and evening group devotions with the children. I know it has not yet been heard or experienced enough…for I cannot portray or begin to justify to you the sincerity or the intensity in their hearts and voices. There is a basic routine followed for leading devotions: pray, sing three or four songs, read story, ask questions regarding story, maybe sing another song, pray.
But no morning is ever the same. And no evening is ever the same. There is never a need for fresh ideas or changes of scenery for the sake of attention spans. Devotions are faithfully new and joyfully sincere each time.
Every morning and every evening I hear and revel in the voices of children that are crying out to a God that has rescued them. Whether they are fully known, still being uncovered, or still buried deep within them, each one passionately sings out and deeply personalizes his story. A group of true little rescued ones.