It’s memories and stories like this that make my time with my orphan friends so real.

{pic by Alison Holcomb}

{photo by Jenn Verme}

The first day at Noel, as you’ve heard, my friends Justen and Evoriste became quite attached to me.
They were always right by my side and I loved every second.

That morning they had put on a gymnastics show & all had matching jerseys and shoes and then after lunch, I peaked out of where the team was eating and saw Evoriste hobbling around.  At first I thought he had hurt himself in his performance, but then I realized it was just because of his shoes.  He was wearing flimsy flip flop shoes and one of them was torn on the toe causing him to drag his foot along.

You see pictures of this sort of thing, and hear about it but being there and seeing your sweet friend dealing with this problem, you get a sense of urgency to help them.

{Evoriste}

These boys, who have no mother or father & not many possessions to their name, simply want a good pair of shoes.  You wouldn’t imagine the lack of confidence Evoristes shoes gave him.  I literally could tell that something was wrong.  He sort of walked with his head down.

Often times when you go to orphanages, the kids ask you for things.  They ask you to be their sponsor, they ask for your watch, your bracelet, your water bottle, gum, etc.  But when an orphan asks for a new pair of shoes, man would you do anything to help them.  To give them confidence.  They don’t want out of want like we want a new pair of shoes- they need!  They aren’t trying to be cute & have something from you to remember you by, they simply want the dignity of owning a good pair of shoes.

{photo by Alison Holcolm}

The momma bear in me wanted to do anything I could to get those two boys a new pair of shoes.

Jenn & I schemed and tried to figure out what size they were & see if between her, me & Chris we had shoes we could give them off our own feet.  Alison was ready to give up her shoes too.

But these boys have big feet!  (I tried to nonchalantly put my foot next to theirs to see what size they were)

So that day after we left Noel, was the day we went to the market!  The market was full of beautiful fabric, knick knacks, fake nice sunglasses, etc but I headed straight for the shoes! Luckily I had some experienced Rwandan mission trippers (thanks Glenn, Frank & Katherine!) to help me pick out a size, a shoe & negotiate the price.  Turns out I’m not that great of a negotiator but it didn’t matter the cost – I wanted my boys to have new shoes!

The next day I couldn’t wait to give them their shoes! I needed and wanted to find a secluded place to give the boys their shoes.  I wish I could have bought all 600 kids a new pair of shoes, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me for doing for two what I wish I could do for all.  But I didn’t want the others to get jealous, so I talked to Tara and found a time where I could take them to her house & present them with their shoes.  I was praying they would feel loved, to know that God loves them and He was the one that has blessed them, not me.  I got butterflies in my stomach, but I finally found the boys and told them to meet me at the guest house.I am thankful Innocent was there to translate, Tara was there to explain and Jenn was there to photograph! I have never been more excited to give a kid a new pair of shoes.  And never has a kid been more excited, thankful and felt more loved all through receiving a new pair of shoes.  It was like my very own TOMS shoe drop 🙂

 

 

Happy boys!!!