Look at this sea of children at the orphanage! Loud! Chaotic! This is their HOME! We were only there for an hour or so, and it tore at our hearts and wrenched at our guts. This is their LIFE! May we be faithful to pray! Keep reading, there's at least ten posts from today.
I am at home now. It is Wednesday. I woke up at 530 this am with little Ulia on my mind. Praying for you precious girl. She was the one God wanted me to let my hair down for. At the very end, just before we left, I was standing at the door wanting to get the heck out of this orphanage, and she came up to me and introduced herself. She was quiet and shy. Has a sweet countenance. A crippled left hand. Innocent eyes, short brown hair, and a very gentle touch. She reached out and touched me and I could not resist--this was God because I wanted to leave so bad--flee from all the things Anya had told me about. I held her right hand and she held my so gently it moved me to compassion. I was freaked out in this place--this place felt like a dirty prison. I wish I could have bundled her up and taken her home. There is not much hope for this little girl--but God is BIG and He can provide for this little orphan. Oh God, meet little Ulia's needs. I love her--she has found her way into my heart and my thoughts. Oh God, You are her Father--if she doesn't know You yet draw this precious little soul. Protect her and provide for her. Help me to remember her in prayer daily. Do something incredible in her little life!!!!!! You are the great Provider--I will rest knowing she is known by YOU--Maker and Creator! Jen Basel
I am at home now. It is Wednesday. I woke up at 530 this am with little Ulia on my mind. Praying for you precious girl. She was the one God wanted me to let my hair down for. At the very end, just before we left, I was standing at the door wanting to get the heck out of this orphanage, and she came up to me and introduced herself. She was quiet and shy. Has a sweet countenance. A crippled left hand. Innocent eyes, short brown hair, and a very gentle touch. She reached out and touched me and I could not resist--this was God because I wanted to leave so bad--flee from all the things Anya had told me about. I held her right hand and she held my so gently it moved me to compassion. I was freaked out in this place--this place felt like a dirty prison. I wish I could have bundled her up and taken her home. There is not much hope for this little girl--but God is BIG and He can provide for this little orphan. Oh God, meet little Ulia's needs. I love her--she has found her way into my heart and my thoughts. Oh God, You are her Father--if she doesn't know You yet draw this precious little soul. Protect her and provide for her. Help me to remember her in prayer daily. Do something incredible in her little life!!!!!! You are the great Provider--I will rest knowing she is known by YOU--Maker and Creator! Jen Basel
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