Precious people abandoned in the ruins of cities and rubble of villages. Faces haunting the desolated landscape. Faces lined with pain, traced with fear. Faces of the rejected.
These are the orphans, the widows, the maimed, the sick. These are the ones to whom favor is shown.
They are some of His most precious children of all. They have nothing, yet they have all.
“Leave the fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let thy widows trust in me.”
And these next six weeks I get to interact with these very ones…
Orphanage. Honduras. Here I come!