Nabhani. his eyes speak of hurt. of pain. of hunger. a hunger not only in his belly, but in his soul. he’s only three, but he’s lived the days of an old man. he’s seen everything. his mother, father, siblings – they’re gone. the disease has ravaged them all. he doesn’t know what breakfast is. there is no concept of a meal when you fight for your every taste. when he awakens in the morning, his search for happiness begins again. today he may eat, but the next day for food may never come. what if no one cares about him. enough to make it happen. enough to caress him with love, with food to fill his big tummy, with a taste of Jesus. what if no one cares? will you?
i'm going to sleep tonight with the cry of the Nabhani's in my mind. i'm praying not only will He send others, but that those that He sends will obey and GO so the Nabhani's will not suffer forever. but that they may taste and see His love. the joy. the strength. the Nabhani's will not wait forever. will you tell them so that they might hear? so that they might taste and see? so that they can dance with the King one day? or will you keep IT to yourself?
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