A hand to hold

Everyday children from the community enter the gates of Jordan House, some I know their names but many of them I don’t. They come to just hang out, they come to see the muzungu’s (white man), they come because they are hungry, they come to play with their friends that live at Jordan House and sometimes they come to receive a simple hug, kiss or hand to hold.

Early this week a little boy that I had never seen before was in the compound just wondering around looking a little sad and lost. I was sitting with a group of children close by playing ‘ring-a-ring-a-rosie’ when i gestured and verbalised for him to “come” in the local way. He quickly followed my request and soon we were playing ‘ring-a-ring-a-rosie’ together. Surprisingly he wasn’t at all shy, like I thought he would be. He kept wanting more tickles, every time bursting out with a high pitched laugh that made me laugh. I would tickle him just so I could hear his adorable laugh, which he didn’t mind at all.

For the rest of the afternoon he was my friend, holding my hand everywhere I would go, often leading me to wherever HE wanted to go. At that point I didn’t care if he was the only little boy that I had became friends with my whole time here.

Later that night I thought about this little boy, who’s name I did not know and a huge smile over took my face. I was reminded who simple this little boys intentions had been. He just wanted to be with me, to take hold of my hand and simply be together. God wants to simply be with me with whatever I do. He wants us to wake up in the morning together, He wants us breathe life together, He wants us to cry together, He wants us to laugh together, He wants us to have conversations together, He wants us to go to sleep together at the end of the day. It’s so easy to try and do things on my own and not include God but He wants to lead me wherever HE wants, just like the little boy and He simply wants a hand to hold, MINE!