We arrived at the Speel Clinic (which
means play clinic in Afrikans) around 1:00pm. I was not prepared for
what I found there. 200 children and just our team! They fought –
literally FOUGHT each other for our attention. They clung to us –
begged to be held – hugged us and wouldn’t let go. So starved for
attention! I wondered, when was the last time these children were
hugged? Held? Kissed? Told “I love you”?
means play clinic in Afrikans) around 1:00pm. I was not prepared for
what I found there. 200 children and just our team! They fought –
literally FOUGHT each other for our attention. They clung to us –
begged to be held – hugged us and wouldn’t let go. So starved for
attention! I wondered, when was the last time these children were
hugged? Held? Kissed? Told “I love you”?
It was freezing outside – the wind was so strong it made it hard
to stand. The team was bundled in layers and big winter coats; the
children were in short sleeves, skirts, and shorts – many of them
barefoot – shivering i
n
the cold. I braced against the wind and cuddled 3 year old Ily closer,
trying desperately to keep her warm. Three more children clung to my
legs shivering. As I stood there with them in the street, more children
surrounded me- singing to me, asking my name, and reaching for my hand.
Feeling overwhelmed, I looked around…
to stand. The team was bundled in layers and big winter coats; the
children were in short sleeves, skirts, and shorts – many of them
barefoot – shivering i
nthe cold. I braced against the wind and cuddled 3 year old Ily closer,
trying desperately to keep her warm. Three more children clung to my
legs shivering. As I stood there with them in the street, more children
surrounded me- singing to me, asking my name, and reaching for my hand.
Feeling overwhelmed, I looked around…
Every team member looked the same. From five to twenty children
surrounding them, shivering in the cold, begging for attention. I felt
the tears begin to fall. “There are too many Lord!” I cried. “There
are too many that need to be hugged, held, loved! I want to call them
by name – to look them all in the eye and tell them they’re loved and
valued. To teach them, to listen to them, to care for them. But how,
Lord? There are too many desperate children… and only one of me…”
surrounding them, shivering in the cold, begging for attention. I felt
the tears begin to fall. “There are too many Lord!” I cried. “There
are too many that need to be hugged, held, loved! I want to call them
by name – to look them all in the eye and tell them they’re loved and
valued. To teach them, to listen to them, to care for them. But how,
Lord? There are too many desperate children… and only one of me…”
I fought back tears as little Ily wrapped her arms tighter around my neck and kissed my cheek.
I pulled it together for a while, until meal time came. For the
kids it’s usually just half an apple and milk. For most, that’s their
only meal all day. Today, because of the cold, they had a little
chicken soup and bread. After everyone in the classroom (which would
only hold around 50) had been served a cup, Eunice asked who wanted
more…
kids it’s usually just half an apple and milk. For most, that’s their
only meal all day. Today, because of the cold, they had a little
chicken soup and bread. After everyone in the classroom (which would
only hold around 50) had been served a cup, Eunice asked who wanted
more…
Fifty hungry hands shot out fighting to get to the front, begging for more. It broke me. No child should ever go hungry! But for these children, hunger is a part of everyday. I stood there holding Ily, asleep in my arms, as the room full of children scrambled for food, and the tears began to fall…
“One child at a time.” That’s the voice of God I always hear when I’m with the children… one child at a time.
I was reminded tonight of the story of the starfish…”it made a difference to that one”…
Today was Ily’s day. We cuddled in the cold until she fell asleep
on my chest. I prayed for her, whispered “I love you” in her ear, and
gave her kisses and hugs all day. I fed her lunch when she woke up and
held her tight when she wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled
close again. Today, she was loved.
on my chest. I prayed for her, whispered “I love you” in her ear, and
gave her kisses and hugs all day. I fed her lunch when she woke up and
held her tight when she wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled
close again. Today, she was loved.
One child at a time.
It made a difference to that one.
I dont think i’ll ever forget this story. Thanks for your courage. It makes so joyful knowing you’re fulfilling the law of Jesus Christ.
“Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed. Share their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law.”
Galatians 6:2
-jose.
It is so easy to ignore when you are have a world away, but thank you for loving those children on my behalf. They are all God’s. I can’t wait for the day His once perfect world will be perfect again. He will wipe away every tear, there will be no more pain or death. Come quickly Lord Jesus. Until then let us love the ones you allow to be in our lives.
This story really touched me. It’s easy to get overwhelmed, whether in Africa or America when you’re trying to help & witness to others. You want to reach out to everyone you can, but it seems impossible. Mother Teresa said “I never look at the masses as my responsibility. I look only at the individual. I can love only one person at a time. I can feed only one person at a time. Just one, one, one… The whole work is only a drop in the ocean. But if we don’t put the drop in, the ocean would be one drop less.”
What a touching story! Thank you for posting this..
I’m headed to Jbay in September as an FYM; I can’t wait to be there with those children. I know, at times, it will be so hard. But God sees each and every one of those children and knows them all by name even when we can’t. Thanks again 🙂
WOW, what a beautiful, heart breaking, life changing story! God is working in big ways through you, alow him to keep moving, even through the hurt…
What a blessing! I too am encouraged by your experience to reach each child, each person one at a time.
Continue to listen to the voice of God and He will teach you how to reach His people.
It was so overwhelming…. But you’re right… One child at a time… That’s all we can do… Unfortunately