There are some 11 million abandoned kids roaming the streets of India. I’ve been aware of this statistic for a while, but nothing prepares you for meeting it face to face.
This is Puja Ghosh. I took this picture of her last year when she had just turned five. I had the amazing opportunity to spend some time with her last year over the span of several days.
She lives with a family here in the Khalpar slum who found her in a pile of trash. Her mom literally tossed her out like you would a loaf of moldy bread.
I can’t tell you how excited I was to see her again this year.
I know many of you have unhealed wounds from your parents. These are deep wounds because your parents are the two people on earth who by God’s design are entrusted to pour unconditional love into your heart. So when that doesn’t happen for one reason or another it bruises our very souls. It can be the deepest of all hurts.
It’s one thing to grow up in extreme poverty.
It’s one thing to grow up in a 3×5 tent.
It’s one thing to grow up wondering where your next meal is coming from.
But it’s a whole other thing to grow up with the realization that your mom and dad threw you in the trash.
To know you were so undervalued that you were discarded as worthless and left for dead.
Lack of love is the deepest and most painful form of poverty that exists.
I’m so thankful for the family that is taking care of Puja. She goes to our school here in the slum and is actually doing very well. I’ve been able to tell a huge difference in her ability to interact and trust others. I’m also thankful for the wonderful teachers who are pouring into her ever day. Not only will they teach her to read and write but they also share with her from the Bible about this God who claims to be a father to the fatherless. A truth she so desperately needs.
Will you guys join me all over the world in praying for Puja today?
Father God we lift up Puja in prayer to you today. We can’t even being to imagine what all she’s been through in her short life. While my kids have been growing up playing games, being tucked into bed, and showered with love she’s been searching for food, sometimes sleeping alone, and desperately searching for love.
God, I know you have a plan for her. You allowed her cries to be heard from that pile of trash one day, and I believe you’ll now hear our cries for her.
I pray as she deals with the pain of abandonment that she will come into a personal relationship with you, who promises us that you will “never leave us nor forsake us.” I pray as she struggles with not knowing her parents that you God will wrap your eternal arms around her as the Father to the fatherless.
As she grows up and is tempted by her wounds to seek love from loveless people and other things, I pray you will flood her with the thought that you love her more deeply than she can fully comprehend. That you couldn’t love her any more or any less than you do in this very moment.