The last request of an HIV positive woman, as she was moving away to die, was that she wanted someone to take her 3-year-old son. The boy’s father had continually raped the mother and the son, and the mother did not want the little boy to stay with his father.
When the young boy arrived at the children’s shelter where I worked at the time, his little eyes were so sad. I can’t even imagine what horrible things he has been through in his short life. He allowed me to hold and comfort him. I rocked him for a while.
He only spoke Zulu and didn't understand English. I talked to him and prayed for him, asking God to translate my words of love and comfort to him. He adjusted quickly and in a few short days, he warmed up, laughing and smiling continually.