Several weeks ago I mentioned that one of my dear friends is IN INDIA! I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to get her to share some of her thoughts with us so she’ll be guest blogging this week and sharing some of her pictures. I love seeing a snippet into my kiddos lives from someone who’s experiencing them for the first time. (Also please note that CCH is the on the ground organization that we partner with.) Ansley thank you so much for sharing what you’re seeing and feeling on this trip with all of us. Much, much love to you!
We arrived today around 11:45am. The boys greeted us with flowers and were all in a line with smiling faces, dressed in crisp school uniforms. We were escorted into their brightly painted concrete home to their most comfortable chairs. The handsome, dark boys sat in a circle and shared the stories of how they came to CCH though each had experienced the death of one or both parents; the boys were all glowing when they spoke of their new home with CCH. They spoke of provision for daily needs, English education, love in the family, and their relationship with Jesus. Some boys spoke of working in the fields before CCH; some spoke of little or no education before CCH. One little boy had difficulty sharing. His father was dead and his mother is mentally ill. We reassured him that emotions are good, and that he is loved deeply. At a beautifully set table they served lunch: chicken (which is a luxury in rural India), with the most delicious lemon rice you could ever imagine and fruit (no fruit sellers in sight for 20km). We were served food past the point of fullness.
As I created a friendship with these boys over the few days we were there I realized the beauty of this home. The boys were given a place of refuge to call home. A place where the foundation would not fall, meals three times a day, a pastor and pastor-ma that truly loved and cared for them, and a safety net of 10 brothers. They taught us all the Indian games they play, we went to the park, had ice cream, and loved just sharing life with them for a few short days. The boys thrive on playing hard and also worshiping hard. Dancing til’ they cannot dance anymore should be their motto, and singing at the top of their lungs. Being with these boys increased my faith. They love the Lord so much, much more than I. Jesus is truly their everything. It is so beautiful to see boys who may have been working in fields their whole life, or enslaved to a debt, possibly making 200 rupees a days (not near enough to feed, clothe, educate, and shelter one person, much less a family) now having potential. Now they will be educated, hear the word of God every day, and potentially make a difference in their family, village or generation.
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