Somewhere on this island there is a little girl wearing socks with hearts on them and sneakers with velcro straps that I put on her feet. She came over on one of the boats, in the cold, dark, night.
For months I have been reading about and talking about and praying for this big, faceless group we call “refugees.” But instead of a refugee, there was simply a little girl, maybe four years old, with wet tights and cold feet.
And the truth is, I don’t know what will happen to her next.
Bethany, who showed me the ropes in the clothing tent last night, says the most important thing we can do is pray for the people as we give them clothes. She says prayer is really all we can offer them.
Please keep them safe, Lord.
Will you join with me in praying that prayer?