Dinosaur Eyes: Ray

 

            A few weeks ago, at the feeding program, as I scanned over the mass of dark, beautiful, expressive faces waiting in line to be seated for food, I came in a locked stare with the eyes above. Standing taller than all of the other heads was a lighter skinned boy, arms at his side, with a look that could break your heart, but a face that had these piercing eyes. He looked sad or hurt. Having never seen him at any feeding program before on either of my last two trips or up to this point on this one, I was interested. I couldn't break the stare. I smiled and he let out a small, but barely there smirk. As the feeding program went on, I continued to smile and he just continued to look back at me. Normally, if I want to talk to or love on kid I just go and pick them up. This wasn't going to be that easy as he was a boy and an older one, at least 12. Not knowing if he spoke any English and being a bit timid on my Creole speaking skills, I said nothing.  I did however inquire about him to Susette (mom of the family who started Child Hope) and Chillup (who runs the feeding program) to see if they knew anything about him. They did not, but spoke with him and gave him extra food and water. I continued to watch him while washing dishes, waiting to see a real smile. Then it happened! It was like I had struck a pot of gold! From that smile, it was like his arms just wrapped themselves around my heart and I wouldn't be able to shake them even if I tried. He made sure to come say bye to me that day before leaving and I must admit my heart melted a little.

           Now Jimsteve is one of the older helpers at the feeding program and I get to see that smile a lot more often... along with a hug or nudge when he is feeling generous. ;) I made him a friendship bracelet made from yarn (just about the only thing we are allowed to give the kids) and we have had broken conversations here and there. I am not sure of his full background, but I know that he lives in the tent city down the street and has two pairs of shoes and does not go to school. I pray for his heart, his safety and health, and his future and I ask that you join me in prayer for Jimsteve. Pray that he does not fall in to the street boy mentality, but grows to have a personal relationship with the Lord.