She Did Not Need an Orphanage

She lived on the streets.

But she did not need an orphanage.

She needed a home.

She did not need a shared bed in a suffocatingly hot dorm room, with rats running the rafters over her head.

She needed a home.

She did not need a dress that was three sizes too big and old boys’ sneakers.

She needed a home.

She did not need to share broken toys and lice and clothes with twenty other lost children who would hit her and bully her and take her special things.

She needed a home.

She did not need another lost child to be her boss and brush her hair and wash her clothes.

She needed a mommy and daddy.

She did not need strangers to take pictures of themselves giving her things while calling her by the wrong name.

She needed a family.

She had one for a little while—a home, a mommy, a daddy, a family.

And then she didn’t.

The one who demanded her did not love her. He did not know her name. He did not want to give her a home or a family. But “the girl” was his to demand.

With screams and terror and heartbreak, she went back to the orphanage.

But she did not need an orphanage.

She needed a home.

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{Friend, I wrote this, not from a place of bitter hurt, but from a scarred heart that has healed by God’s grace. I write it from a place of deep thankfulness.

I would never have chosen the dying place that God called my family to walk through, but I am so deeply thankful for it, because it has given me a gift.

A gift of sight.

A gift of perspective.

Because unless you have lived this, you can not fully see or comprehend the world of pain that exists behind the walls of orphanages.

So I share this, friend, not to hurt or offend or guilt or shame.

I write it because I have seen this, I have lived this, it is real, and I can’t not write about it. I can’t not challenge this.

And I have to believe that if you love orphans enough to support them in an orphanage, you love them enough to want better than an orphanage for them.

I have to believe that you love them enough to want what God wants for them—a family and a home.