Peruarbo

Saturday was my first day back at the feeding center/church in Peruarbo. 

As I walked down the dirt streets I felt the sick feeling of the reality of everyday life of the people I have fallen in love with. 

Walking into the church I saw smiling faces and was embraced by many hugs and kisses on the cheek.

I was asked to say something to the church or just talk about my time in the States with my family, but I couldn't.

I had no words.

How could I tell people that had nothing about how in the States I have everything.

How could I talk about my family knowing that there were kids there that didn't have one. 

How could I talk about this BIG, GREAT, LOVING God that I serve when I was questioning His love for these people. 

Saturday I held this little girl during church.
She is four and she lives with her fourteen year old brother.
As I held this motherless child she pulled out a small bottle of fingernail polish and started painting her nails.
A four year old painting her nails because she does not have a mother to do this for her.
A four year old that will live a life that I cannot imagine.