Homeless is not a word a child should know

Homeless is not a word a child should know. A 5 year old child should not say, "I'm tired of being homeless." Just broke my heart. This child is the sweetest thing yet but yet she has been moved from place to place whether family or different shelters. For those of who you know me and my heart, I couldn't help think of the other 500,000 children in Guatemala that are really homeless. This child has no idea what they have but they shouldn't have nothing at this age. They should have everything they have ever wanted. Ok, maybe not everything they have wanted but close to it. They should have parents that love them and a home to live in. They should not be calling themselves homeless. They shouldn't even know that word or what it means. If this child thinks they're homeless and if I think they are homeless which I don't think they are because I know what happens. Makes me think what goes on in the childrens' head in Guatemala or other poor countries. Do they know better or is it just life for them? Makes me think of a little girl I helped princessed all up on a mission trip to Mexico in a dump. Her parents "worked" there. The child in the States should not know what homeless is. This is a heart that is caring but still. It gets me because after that comment this child said, "You have blonde hair like the other girl but yet your face is different. That's ok because God made you that way." How? What goes on in their brains? How can you go from one end of the scale (homeless) to another (God)? Those words just shot (not using that word lightly at all) at my heart tonight. For some reason, I've seen and heard some bad things but this hits me more then any of those. It could also be because the child is smart and can talk clearly and on and on so she is not scared to share and you can understand this child. The things we take for granted and so much. The child asked me where I slept because the child thought I stayed there all night and I felt bad telling the child I go home to go to sleep so I told the child in my bed and then they made me say home but I felt so bad. Life is not about the things we have it is about the people we BLESS AND TOUCH along the way. I want to bless people and not hurt them because in my line of work they have been hurt enough. Not that I would but just saying. After a year of working here, I bet next summer in Guatemala won't be the same. I won't have the same thoughts and I won't want to come back and if I do something is wrong with me. I will be more amazed if I do come back right away. Just sayin'. I would love to do two years at least with my job but I don't know what God is calling me to do or what He has planned down the road. It is always a surpise with Him.

Watch this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LraOiHUltak&sns=fb. It is a song by Carrie Underwood (country singer) but it really hits home for me right now and I thought about it when the child said what they said.