I am not proud of this, but if I am going to be honest I would have to tell you that I found the first day at the orphanage to be a difficult one in so many ways. I was overwhelmed by how beautiful the children were and how devastating their circumstances appeared to be. The language barrier was a challenge and I found using the interpreters awkward at best. That night after seeing the unsanitary conditions, the bathrooms (which by the way brings new meaning to the term “public” restroom), having my first meal at the orphanage and crawling into my squeaky bed with a blanket that wreaked of urine I thought to myself, “What have I done? What did I get myself into?” Then my conversation with God went something like this – Okay God. You brought me here. You are going to have to get me through this. I prayed that God would get me out of the way and that I wouldn’t let the hardships and inconveniences interfere with His purpose for bringing me there.
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