Blanket Drop

A few weeks ago we had an incredible opportunity to bless the lives of many children who live on the streets. We headed out around midnight to ensure that the boys we would be fast asleep. We were doing a blanket drop. Life on the streets is difficult. It's cold, lonely and uncomfortable. Nights are spend trying to stay warm and out of harms way. Children gather together and sleep in huddles as a survival mechanism. Being alone isn't safe nor is it warm. The kids sleeping on the streets don't have any place to call home so they look for places that protect them from the weather- the cold, the rain, the wind, the hail. Tonight the low in Kitale is 57 degrees with heavy thunderstorms expected. A miserable situation to find yourself trying to sleep through. Most kids don't have any blankets and they're lucky if they have some kind of jacket. I can tell you that I wouldn't last 10 minutes on the streets. No way, not a chance.

Their tiny bodies were curled up amongst one another, as close to a building and under a covering as they could get. We quietly, trying not to wake them, placed blankets on each child. We didn't want this to be something that we made a show out of; instead, we wanted it to be unanimous, something that they could only thank God for not us.

It was humbling to see the way they slept. It looked miserable and made parts deep inside my heart ache. An ache so deep that any description would never do it justice.