I think crying is great. I think it really is so good for you. I cry alot on house visits. I find myself shedding tears of joy with parents and family members who have welcomed their son home. Today, was different.
I visited a family of a boy who has become a very important part of my growth and understanding of these boys. He is an older boy who I struggled to connect with and even love a few months ago. Over time, God started to open my eyes. Somehow he softened my heart and I started to spend time with and really try to understand this boy. He is a hard kid, with many many stories of how life on the streets is not easy. Being one of the older ones, he lives his day to day life bullying little kids to what he wants.
Over the past few weeks, I have really seen a change in him. He has become someone I really look forward to seeing every day.
Today we visited his family.
His aunt and sister live only a two minute walk away from Masana. We are practically neighbours. As they sat and shared their story about the day he left and about how they were desperate to have him home, I saw more pain than I could bare. The hearts of his aunt and sister were broken for this lost child.
Tears streamed from their faces throughout our time there. Pai, sat very still and quiet.
Finally as I began to pray for the family, I broke down in my own stream of tears. My heart breaking, at that moment, more than I have felt in a long time. As Luis squeezed my shoulder and carried on my prayer he motioned for me to look over. Pai, our hard, emotionless Pai, crying with no shame. For a long time we all just sat and cried. It was a beautiful moment where everyone was unashamed and open.
This time our tears were not tears of joy but tears for a broken family and a hurting son.
I am praying with all of my heart that this was the beginning of Pai's journey home. Today he finally saw just how much his family loved him. I hope this is not the last time. “He does not weep who does not see”. Pai has finally seen and out of that has wept. What a beautiful moment to be a part of.