The week before Christmas my wife Niki and I were driving home close to 10pm. As we drove through an intersection we paused, looked at each other, and asked, “Did you just see what I think I saw?” Spinning the car around we headed back up the street. Sure enough, there was a small girl in pyjamas and bare feet gingerly walking down the snowy sidewalk. Quickly we parked the car and Niki went to the little girl. We gave her a jacket and some spare shoes and began talking with her.
It turned out that she was eight years old and was walking from her Foster home to her mother’s, about 6 km away. Her School Christmas program had reminded her of how much she missed her mom, and she had snuck out of the house to go and see her.
This little girl’s father had been in and out of prison and is currently back in jail, Her mother had been a party girl who became an alcoholic, and as a result her girls were in Foster Care.
As we left her in the care of the RCMP, we were torn that any child so young would have to experience what she’s experienced at her age. We continue to pray for her, that God will continue to bring people into her life who will affirm her and share God’s love with her.
This experience also caused me to praise God for my own parents and for the wonderful families that I get to work with; families who love God, love each other, and love their children.