A Bittersweet End

Our last day in Tanzania we visited an orphanage. Many of us donated some or all of the clothes that we brought with us on the trip (after all, I had bought myself practically a whole new African wardrobe!). The orphanage housed about 15 children, but around 38 children spend time at the center in order to receive food and companionship.

The children, as always, were warm and welcoming. Immediately after stepping off the bus, a small girl was in my arms, eager to hold my hand, play with my hair, and hug me. The staff told us they were in desperate need of food, and struggled weekly to feed all of the children. At one time, the facility was sponsored by a generous donor, but because of mismanagement, the donor pulled their support. Now, sometimes children receive one meal that is supposed to keep them nourished for the whole day. At one time, there was no adult staying with the children overnight at the orphanage.

The children put on an acrobatic performance to show their appreciation for our visit and donations that day. They had phenomenal talent – from contortionists to accomplished gymnasts it was hard to believe all the skill they possessed was self -taught. The vitality and energy of the children melted my heart. I found myself again in tears when it was time to leave. It is so incredibly unfair. I was born into a family were all my basic needs were always met. I always had food in my belly, a roof over my head, clothes on my back. Most importantly , I had parents who loved me and gave me all the emotional support I needed. How are so many of us given so much, while others are given so little?

Oh Lord, please help me to remember how blessed I truly am. Please help me to not take so many things for granted anymore. Please help me to have a more giving and serving spirit.

These children deserve more from our world.