A small group of foster children sat before us. I’d come to know these faces. They lived in that building together, ate their meals together, went to school together.
These were without families, together.
That night, we’d sung a few songs and played a few games with them. Now, as we wrapped up the evening, we asked if any of them would like to close our time together with a prayer. A number of volunteers shot their hands into the air, but the fastest and first hand was that of a ten-year-old girl.
We all knew her. She was the girl who loved to sing, who belted it out loud and proud whenever we sang, “Jesus loves me, this I know!”
She was one whom they’d had trouble placing into a family. One who needed—and hoped for—someone who could handle her brokenness, someone who wouldn’t give up on her.
She was a “waiting child,” who’d waited long for an adoptive family.
And that night, she raised her hand to pray. She stood up among the other children, bowed her head, closed her eyes tight, and she prayed.
“Jesus, I pray that you would give me a mommy and a daddy to tuck me in at night. Amen.”
The orphan has a face. She has a name. She has a story and longings and dreams.
And she prays real prayers.
And we pray, too. God, give that girl a family.
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