She is just so little, her tiny face pure innocence.
Her big brown eyes search my face suspiciously.
And for just a moment, her eyes hold mine.
I dare not blink, for fear of losing this moment.
Carefully, gently, I touch her hand.
I can protect you, I whisper.
I can love you.
And the silence deafens us both.
Her fingers gently curl around mine.
And we sit like statues.
Our breathing synchronizes and I feel her relax
Ever so slightly.
Will you come with me? I whisper.
Eye contact, again and a nod of her head,
How brave you are little one,
To trust me.
She is what we call a ‘Foundling’.
These are children who are simply found.
On a street corner, outside a church, in the market, wandering…
with no identity.
Some have run away from an abusive home,
Some of them get lost in the swirling chaos of the streets.
Some are left intentionally for someone else to claim them.
Some are orphaned and find themselves all alone with no-where to go.
No one really knows their age. No one knows their birthday.
Sometimes, they don’t even know their own name.
They have no rights. No birth certificates, no homes, no family, no one to hold them, no one to protect them, no one to love them.
And no one to advocate for them.
We have given a name to many of these children; a name they can call their own.
We have loved them until a family has come forward willing to adopt them and be their family.
We are passionate about the ‘foundling’.
Because we believe that God sees them.
God knows who they are, where they came from and what their future will be.
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