I just got back from Baby Girl’s Club (BGC) and my heart is heavy and broken. I’m beginning to regret praying a prayer that I’ve said since before I left for Zambia. I’ve prayed that God would break my heart with the things that break His and that I would have the eyes of Jesus to see others they way he sees us. I’m regretting it…
I’m the leader of the eight and nine year olds at BGC and today we were doing prayer requests. These aren’t the requests I’m used to. A little girl asked for prayer for her dad who is in jail, another whose uncle is “on the run”, and another whose sister’s baby might be taken away. They started talking about the custody of the baby when another little girl said oh that’s what I was…a “custody baby”. Little girls shouldn’t have prayer requests like this, but they do and it’s their life.
My heart breaks when an eleven year old girl tells us she’s afraid and hates going home. Her dad just got put in jail and her mom married a drug dealer and they do drugs in the house. What kind of life is that?
How much easier would it be to block all these things out and not care? But I have prayed that prayer and it’s coming true. My heart is breaking and breaking and breaking. I can’t imagine what God goes through seeing his children going through what they go through. These little girls don’t deserve the life they have.
I want to do something for them, but all I can do is love them. I have the chance for three hours a week to show them Jesus and give them the love they deserve, even if it’s disciplining them (I had to break up a fight today!) or hugging them they deserve every ounce of what I have to offer. It isn’t much but I pray that God can use me and the other BGC volunteers in their life to show them that people do care and are here for them. So if you think about it…send up a prayer for a baby girl and that God would break your heart with what breaks his. It hurts, but is worth it because it allows you to love that much more!