I don't know her name, but I can't forget her face. Her skin is caramel brown and her black hair long and silky... she is such a beautiful little girl.
She spoke only Burmese, but through Sia - our host and leader through Compasio - I was told her story. This little girl lives in Burma with her older brother, and every day crosses the river to the Thai border to beg. Her parents are both dead, and her family has been displaced by the Burma militia attacks. Sia meets with this little girl when she goes to the market, and on this day decided to bring her home.
She ate an overflowing plate of chicken and rice ans she sat in rags on the floor with the kids. After lunch a few of the Compasio volunteers showed her love the best way they knew how - by serving her. Her greasy and ratted ponytail was brushed, washed and treated for thousands of lice that lived on her little scalp. After that she was dressed in new clothes, glowing in bright pink and pastel blues. I felt like the Lord was giving this little girl hope that day. She came into the SafeHouse with empty eyes, and left smiling and laughing and free to be a kid.
Sia took this little girl back to the market that afternoon, where she would later cross the river back to her home in Burma, unsure of what the next day will bring. But today she felt love, God's love, and no one can steal that away from her.
Whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. For he who is least among you all—he is the greatest. - Luke 9:48
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