It snowed yesterday in Moldova. The temperature went to -19. The long struggle of winter has begun in earnest. The struggle is unimaginable sitting in a world where heat is available at the turn of a thermostat and hot water flows from a tap on demand, but where The Orphan’s Hands ministers, everything is a struggle.
We minister to the orphan, the poor, the homeless, the girl who lives in the shadow of the trafficker. Our kids know how it feels… the continuous sick feeling in the pit of their stomach, the panic when a stranger looks at them longer than normal, the feeling of being hunted, knowing that your value is only in how many times you can be used.
Imagine lying in your bed, so cold that to move invites the pain of ice-cold air under your blanket, but you must get up. The fire has to be started. Then you remember. There is no coal, and the water bucket is empty. It’s a quarter of a mile to the well. Another day has begun.
As you read this, we are weaving a net of hope under families who live so close to being broken. It’s on these desperate days when a mom can’t bear to watch her little girl go hungry another day. It’s on these days when they are given away to the orphanage, and the road to trafficking begins. There are thirty families right now who live because of the care of The Orphan’s Hands.