I took this photo as I was leaving the orphanage on Saturday.
These faces are so precious to me, but the saddness in their eyes break my heart.
This is their reality.
This is their reality.
I look at this picture and I think of Psalm 88:9.
My eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
I pray that someday they will know His mercy, love, comfort, and healing...
...For in You the orphan finds mercy.
Hosea 14:3
My eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
The NLT puts it this way:
Each day I beg for your help, O Lord; I lift my hands to you for mercy.
...For in You the orphan finds mercy.
Hosea 14:3
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