We recognized her... the prostitute from behind our house!

Yesterday afternoon, we got a call...
A lady had approached a member of our Girls With Vision and asked to find us.  (She knew us from the medical camp we had in June).

As we walked to her "home", Mama Wambui whispered to me.  This is NOT going to be easy!

We approached through high grass - what had been built as a 2-stall bathroom (literally, just 2 stalls - with a roof).  

As soon as Shiku saw us, she began to cry - and shake.  

As soon as I saw her, I recognized her - the prostitute from behind our house!  Most of the times that I greet her, she is drunk.  But I have prayed for her!

Her father, also a man that spends most of his time at the bar behind our house, is in horrible pain.  His hip is broken.  He has a terrible cough.  He is occupying the other "stall". He cannot move at all.  He has not even had a Tylenol for his pain.  As we speak to him, we all fear - how will this man survive this?

And then, there is a 7 year old boy.  Climbing, playing, ...a normal 7 year old boy!  Except THIS situation is not normal!  

We had brought food, but there is no place or means for Shiku to cook.

I lay awake last night, and woke up this morning with thoughts of this broken family.  What do we do? How can we help?  How can we REALLY help?  Once again, LORD - we come to you for wisdom!

Shiku never stopped shaking - even as I hugged her goodbye, I could feel her shoulders quaking, tears close.   

THIS is pain...
THIS is hopelessness...
God, how can we bring YOUR HOPE to this situation?

Baba Shiku, eating some food I took him today (one day after this post)...