Today was one of those days.
One of those days where the reality and intensity of everything around you just hits you.
And it hits you like a ton of bricks.
When I got to the orphanage today Xiao Yi, one of our 2 year old girls, was leaned across a walker as she attempted to provide comfort for another little girl that I had never seen. This new little girl wasn’t crying. She didn’t look scared. She actually wasn’t reacting to much of anything. She simply had a blank stare.
As Xiao Yi walked away, I asked one of the nannies who this little girl was. They told me that they didn’t know her name and as I continued to ask more questions I found out that she just arrived yesterday. She wasn’t gone for surgery and just returned. No. She is a freshly abandoned 3 year old girl. Apparently, she was found up the street from the orphanage near the bus stop that I get on and off of every time I go. She has cerebral palsy.
After I found all of this out, I gently went to pick her up. Many times, newly orphaned kids are pretty hesitant to let people get close, but this little one didn’t even seem to notice that some strange looking white girl had just come over and taken her out of her walker.
That’s when it hit me.
Yesterday, she had a family. She had a mom and she had a dad. She had a house. She doesn’t look like she missed too many meals. She had a name. And a birthday. Yesterday, she had an identity. Today, in the eyes of most around her, she is just a nameless orphan. She is an orphan that isn’t speaking and will probably eventually forget her name and probably never learned her birthday. Now, to her community, she is just an abandoned 3 year old girl with CP. Nothing more, nothing less.
Throughout my time on this side of the world, I have witnessed many kids enter their first moments as orphans. It’s never easy and it’s always very real to me. But, today it was different. Maybe because she was older. Maybe because she was barely responsive. I don’t know.
Just think of a 3 year old you know and love. Put a name and a face to it and then rethink all of this.
Think about that child being left on the side of the rode tomorrow because of an illness they could not have prevented. It is heart wrenching. A lot of times, it literally sends chills throughout my body. Think about how helpless those parents must have felt. It just isn’t right!
But as I reminded myself that He is just and He is good, I simply held her and rocked her until she sweetly fell asleep. When she wakes up, she will be in the a place she doesn’t know and with people she has never met.
But, I also know that the last words she heard before she fell asleep were words of hope and a Savior. Probably another first for her. She will wake up and on every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday have sweet praises sung over her little body.
She will be cherished.