This is such a hard post to write...and I am sure it is going to be a hard post to read. Please bear with me today....I need to get this out of my system. Sixteen years ago we asked God to "break our hearts for what breaks His". Then He does it... and the pain is so intense that you cannot breathe....and I rage against the system that does not step in and save our children. In a country that is all about Human Rights and Children's Rights our children have been abandoned by the system.
Our children are NOT safe....and sometimes it feels as if nobody gives a damn. In our 16 years at the mission we have on two occasions brought Social Services in to remove children. In both cases the children were placed back into the care of their parents. The parents were not rehabilitated and the cycle of abuse just continued. Last week our social worker saw the one little boy at our local school. He used to be the most mischievous little imp that lived in the Mission. He had attitude and spunk. Guess what? The light had gone out in his eyes...and I know that in approximately 10 years he will come knocking on the Missions door...broken...battered and probably addicted.
What do you do when the Department tells you that you cannot open a children's home because there is enough facilities?
What do you do when you know that children are abused and THEY tell you that there are no place in the local children's homes.
There are no foster parents available. The foster parents that are available only take children in for the Childcare Grant they get from the Department.
So these children remain in the abusive situations and sometimes you are overwhelmed by feelings of helplessness.
My heart breaks when a 7 year old always conforms to what is expected...just to be accepted...and every night she wets her bed.
My heart breaks for a 4 year old that has seen too much and now acts in explicit sexual ways. I do not even want to think what her little eyes have seen.
My heart breaks when a 5 year old tells everyone that her mother (who abandoned her for the age old profession) is dead.
My heart breaks when I realize that it is just a matter of time before some of our teenagers become pregnant.
...and the cycle of abuse continues...
God has given us a passion for the oppressed and the abused. I don't know how we are going to do it...but we are going to have to make a difference. Somehow the outcome for these children have to be better.