Griffen, around 10 years old, showed up at our home today, alone and asking to come and live with us. His story is so sad, but the condition his feet made me cry 💔. His father died about 3 years ago from HIV. His mother, a drunkard, went to a funeral a week ago while Griffen was at school. She locked the door to their home and has yet to return. So poor Griffen has been locked out of his home for a week, has no idea when or if his mother will be back and has been forced to stay with an uncle who treats him poorly. His feet have been taken over by jiggers. His toes are now very infected, so much so that he can't relax them. They just stick straight out and he has to walk to school everyday. This can kill him if not treated.
Why? Why do his feet look like this? Why hasn't his mother helped him? Why hasn't a teacher at his school helped him? Why has a neighbor not helped him? Why is someone not stepping up and being his voice? These are all questions I just don't understand, but I'm asking them with my first world knowledge all while trying to understand in my third world life. This child is in constant pain and just forced to live that way because others haven't helped him. Griffen is part of my why...he's part of the reason we came here and he is part of the reason we stay.
"I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you."John 14:18