Another boy who had been at the center for awhile and then left for a few months came back about the same time I got back to the desert. Then, when I went this week to the center, they were both gone. I asked where they were. Gone, ran away, back to the market.
It makes me so sad.
I saw them yesterday. They came to the door and peeked in while I was doing the program with the other boys. Then they ran off. Their eyes were glassy and I’m sure they are back to sniffing glue.
I’m sure they’ll come back. I hope they do. They’ve run away and returned before. I’m hoping they’ll exhaust from the life and remember what it’s like to be in a place that is loving and safe. Praying God gives them wisdom beyond their years and sense to see that street life is a life they need out of.
Please bring them back, Lord.