Walking with the suffering

These past few days have, for Beckie, Lacy and I, been all about spending time with those who are suffering. On Saturday it was attending the burial of a 4 year old girl. We also got reports that Dorcus (the child’s sister and a young woman were trying to help) had stolen a large amount of money, took off to somewhere else in the country and can’t be reached.  Sunday found us sitting with hurting friends- a young mother who is burying her second baby, lost to a late pregnancy miscarriage and another who is trying to hold her marriage together after her husband cheated on her and isn’t accepting any responsibility.  I was reminded again on Sunday how none of the kids that come to play in our yard have fathers. The kids were with us for several hours without telling their caregivers where they were and no one missed them.  Monday we were at Amecet, holding the most neglected and abandoned babies.   Moses is a great little guy with huge dimples who was left in a pig stall wrapped in a plastic bag with the placenta still attached. He is still at Amecet because no one is willing to accept responsibility for him. Today I wanted to check up on Immaculate (13 year old handicapped kid raped by her "father") and learned that her mother sent her away. She and her baby were kicked out of the house because the new boyfriend didn't want them around. Now no one seems to know where they are living or how they are surviving. It will be tomorrow's project to find her. 
I've got to be honest. I'm sick of all of this suffering. I know that this is what I'm here for. To share the hope that I have. But some weeks it is harder than others.