one of my friends who has been here a few times has practically adopted a guatemalan family here. he and his wife are like parents to these kids. they cry uncontrollably every time they leave to go back to the states.
recently, my buddy asked to film the boy, named bryan, saying a few words about his life. bryan started talking and it wasn't long before he started speaking directly to my friend. "thank you for helping us. thank you for helping us with a home, with clothes, with food. thank you for loving us. you're like my daddy."
it's no coincidence that bryan's father is an alcoholic who is rarely home. from what i can tell there is very little, if any, love and affection shown to this boy from his dad.
i pray that as they grow up, bryan and his sisters will learn and experience more of the love of the Father who never leaves us, abuses us, abandons us, or forsakes us. the fatherly love that surpasses our understanding.
in the meantime i am thankful for our friends, who are giving them a glimpse of that very love.
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