By Sarah Grace, USA
In a moment, my team of ten entered a building that Hope for MENA started a new class for Center of Hope to serve a group of 45 Sudanese refugee children. The room was filled with lively spirits and intrigue, but there was a weight behind the beaming smiles and dark eyes that we, as Americans, couldn’t begin to understand.
These children have fled a war and oppression that stole their childhood, took the lives of family members and friends, and robbed them of a country to call their home.
Though we desperately desire to meet their urgent needs for meals, clothes, safety and education, our broken hearts reach out beyond us. They stretch and grasp for the only One who knows no hindrance.
A Nuba refugee child laying in a middle of a street in Cairo
Now we stand amidst brokenness and pain that reaches deep and surfaces in between the moments of excitement. The joy of the games we played and songs we sang, though not hindered by language, could not suffice for the comfort these children need.
Despite feelings of inadequacy and our ache to help, we hold fast to Him who hears our prayers and intercedes when words fail. We remember that His heart for the nations is unyielding. We see these children through the eyes of our Father and plead on their behalf for Him to enter their hearts and comfort them with His tender presence.
We yearn for them to know forgiveness and to extend forgiveness to those who hurt them. We ask, yearn, ache and remember these children because we’ve seen them - and we know that the solution to their needs is one of Heavenly proportions.
Please join us in prayer and support for these Nuba refugee children.