That special child

I wasn't in the house 30 mins, before we met. I don't remember his name (I will figure that out later), but what I do know is that they call him a "special" child, because he is "not complete in the head". My parents and I have been praying for this child. The Lord has placed on my heart a love for those whose  cultures don't except them, maybe don't know how to help them and in America are called disabled. Ate Nida is my host mom and her youngest sons name is Kyron. Ate told me last night that Kyron plays with this boy because other kids do not, and that it make him angry when other kids don't treat him right. I almost started crying in tricycle where this was conversation was taking place. I wasn't in my new home 30 mins before the Lord laid in my lap the ministry I had I wanted the most!