He's gone

There were a lot of different emotions last week when he left our house, still injured, and going back to the streets led by an addiction. 

Nobody was surprised, but all of us wish he could see himself the way that we see him. 

Bwanika jumped at the opportunity to give him his bed while he stayed with us, and Bwanika slept on the floor. 

Timothy and Richard took turns checking on him in the middle of the night so that the uncles 

and aunts wouldn’t have to get up and do it themselves. 

He and Morris sat outside and laughed and laughed about the memories they had together. 

Fred quickly lent him some of Fred’s own clothes to wear. 

Our boys showered love on him. They were a living, walking, talking, breathing, laughing testimony of what God has done. 

But, he still left. 

We are reminded once again that the job of our family is not to save people. 

This ministry doesn’t exist to get as many boys off the street as possible, put them in a home, and see them through to success. 

Our job is to love. And love we did. 

He left our home even though he could have had an open door to stay, to go to school, to break his addictions, and become part of our family. 

Did we fail? No. 

Did we love? Yes. 

It’s that simple. 

We are praising Him that His ways aren’t our ways. That He has a plan for him and we are thankful and honored to be a part of it!