chained.

i'd say this was the most unusual--and the most beautiful--

place that i've ever done wound care.

we had just run a wound clinic at a children's prison.

yes, you read that right.

a prison.  for children.

allowed one t-shirt & pants a few days after they've arrived.

one "meal" a day.

299 other children with you.

locked in a room at times.

mattresses 22 years old that are filled with urine & feces.

a prison.  for children.

we had left the rest of our medical supplies with them, but

it was obvious that this boy needed his wound cleaned.

so, we stopped on the side of the road and improvised.

mismatched gloves. bottled water. antiseptic towel. dry gauze found in 

a travel 1st aid kit and a big bandaid.

were the resources fancy?

nope.  but, God provided just what the boy needed.

and isn't that what He is good at?

providing what we need.

what i needed today is to be broken.

to see beautiful, precious, sweet children imprisoned.

to see them working on someone else's land without

the possibility of even having one of the extra mangoes.

to see them full of joy kicking a ball of trash around the compound.

to see a women knocking on the door of the isolation room to let them

out for the first time in days and they be so scared that they not even come.

to see the real, true injustice of the world so that i cannot turn from it.

to see it.

what they need?

freedom.

freedom literally.  freedom in Him.

[isolation cell]