the wall is one centimeter thick. its length and width is such that it doesn't actually cover the entire space between my room and the orphans' room; it's a one centimeter thick plywood wall with a huge gap at the top.
cough. cough. cough. cough. cough. the kid with the dry cough wakes me up in the middle of the night, again. i dont think i've ever heard a kid cough like that. i wished i were a doctor. then i could do something.
the poverty is somewhat strange. outside of the orphanage there is definitely poverty - shacks, garbage, shoddiness in general. but drive 5 minutes up the road on the dinky green van/bus with the loud techno, then you see a giant mall, full of electronics and name brands. Really, very, strange.
the kids are intense. they get up at five in the morning everyday to worship and pray. there is something very humbling about seeing a five year old kid, dirty and grimy, up at 5 am, praying with eyes tightly shut, and beseeching God to grant the orphanage this or that... oh, and they do the whole routine again at 9.30 at night.
I've come to a very different place. praise the lord for the abundance that He has provided us. Praise the lord for the ministry that He has provided us. praise the lord praise the lord praise the lord.
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