If you know me, then you probably know how much I love babies.
There is something about their squishy little body, and their tiny little toes and fingers that capture me.
I am completely in awe of their miraculous existence, and I marvel at their dependence upon others.
So, naturally, when I was presented with the opportunity to volunteer at a nearby orphanage,
I jumped at the opportunity. I was so excited for the chance to love on some tiny babes,
for a couple hours a week.
When we arrived at the orphanage, we were greeted by one of the Sisters. (The orphanage is run by Nuns from -literally- all around the world) We told her who we were and that we were there to volunteer. She then told us, that the baby orphanage had been shut down by the government and that they were only functioning as a senior citizen home now.
I was beyond disappointed. Like, so sad.
So, we got back on the public bus and rode it home to Hope Mountain.
When I arrived back at Hope, it was quiet. Too quiet.
We provide a home for 25+ boys, Hope is never quiet. Never.
It took about 10 seconds for me to realize that the boys were not there.
While I was out, the boys had gotten an opportunity to go out on a boat.
A big boat. In the ocean. Jealous!
Isanon got to go with them, and said it was so much fun.
He also said that most of them got sea sick!
But, they loved it.
How cool would it have been for me to get to say that I went out on a boat, in the ocean, in Brazil?
Much cooler than saying that I went to a closed down orphanage....
Next time, right?
Hoping you have a lovely little weekend!