We have three children who are not children anymore. And yet are still children.Double orphans. Unwanted by their relatives in far-off UP. They are looked after by the eldest who is just about 20. The middle one - a girl is a small pathetic hothouse flower of a girl.
For some reason her body has not filled out like other girls. She stays indoors all day, not wanting to be laughed at by others.
Her mother had gone blind with HIV. She had seen her suffering for years in the darkness of having lost sight. Today the daughter has eyes to see, but is still caught in multiple bondages.
Don't we wish we had a secret button that we could press and everything would be alright!
This little family is linked to a church. Its ours. One of the three fellowships here in Thane. Our own inadequacies are painfully clear.
Sheba and I have tried to take a special interest in this small family. We feel so helpless to see what seems an opaque and murky set of relationships going on between the siblings - and who knows who else...
How much potential this dear girl has. The bud that she is, is tightly shut. Would that she would trust enough to unfold. Unclench. To be.
Please say a prayer for this dear girl.
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