Why Dianna

I’ve expressed before the joy I felt overseeing the children come to the new home. Until you witness with your own eyes the deplorable situations the children in our program have come from, I don’t think you’ll be able to fully appreciate and understand how amazing it is to see them leave behind a life of absolute squalor and abject poverty to live a life that is exponentially better. Imagine what it would be like to be that child. Imagine what it would be like to have what you’ve never had—to have running water, a bed, walls without gaps for the cold air to come in at night, electricity, an education, and three meals a day. Imagine getting a second chance at a family after disease and violence stole your parents from you.

Now imagine having to leave this new home to return to the first. That is what one of our children experienced this week. Diana, a six year old girl, who has lived with us for a month had to return to her first home.

When we conducted interviews for the children to come live with us, a requirement that we had was that the child needed to be a total orphan (both parents have died). Diana’s grandmother who was her caregiver told us that the father of Diana was not known. We visited her home and her uncles confirmed the grandmother’s story. However, after Diana had been living with us for a short while, we discovered that the father is known, alive, and that he did not want her living with us. So, she’s gone. Her grandmother came to get her on Tuesday and I watched her walk out of our gate to start the long walk home. She will continue to be sponsored child in our program but will live with her grandmother.

Sometimes I don’t understand why things happen the way they do. I don’t understand why so many children are hurting and suffering. I don’t understand why mothers die in their 20s and 30s leaving behind a house full of children. I don’t understand why some fathers care more about their next drink than providing for their families. I don’t understand why a six year old girl has to reenter the life of poverty that she so recently escaped. There’s so much that I don’t understand—so much that I don’t know, but I know who God is. I know that He remains faithful and trustworthy. I know that He can see far beyond my limited scope of vision. I know that when the world seems to be crumbling around me and when I’m overwrought with grief, heaven stands. I can find solace in the fact that although there is pain and grief, I never walk alone. Though there is sorrow on this earth, I will one day be in a place free from pain and suffering. In the meantime, I can trust Him to strengthen me to press on. I can help the ones in front of me that I have the opportunity to help and pray for the many that I may never reach. I can pray and trust that God will make me brave and equip me to better serve Him. I can know that He promises justice for the poor and oppressed, and I can know that He always keeps His promises.

Love and a kingdom,