New faces at the home

On the left, Sarah, holding a neighbour girl, Frecia
Me and Lillian
Martin

Because of the tribal clashes, we have three new children here at St. Nicholas. The youngest that we've had since I've been here - around the ages 5, 6 and 7 - we aren't sure. Each of their mothers have been brutally murdered - either burned, cut or hanged.
One night, I was putting Lillian to sleep and as I said goodnight to her, she wasn't seeing me. As she looked up to the ceiling it seemed that she was watching something; perhaps reaching back into her memories, the tears welling up in her big brown eyes. I knew she was trying to hold it back, but I just held her and told her over and over, "Ni sawa. Ni sawa. It's ok. It's ok. Just cry." I have never felt more inadequate as a person in my life than at that moment. God's lesson to me that night is that He is the Father to the fatherless and will watch over Lillian and all the children in this home better than I ever can. In my heart, I have committed Lillian over to God's protection and know that she is in the safest place that she can ever be.