The healing power of a friend

We wanted to share this latest excerpt from the blog of one our our student missionaries. These three young women have been friends, teachers, playmates and everything in between to the children on our campus, and we are so grateful for the year they've given to this cause. Friendship and trust takes time to build, but once it's built,, walls come down!

"One of our pre-teens has been having some very bad nightmares, and he hasn’t been sleeping or feeling good (go figure, I don’t think any of us would feel good having nightmares). He is one of our boys who doesn’t really open up to anyone about his past, and no one knows much about where he came from before he came to Kuda Vana. The Aunties and I have been praying about him and with him, and God gave me an amazing opportunity to talk to him one day.
We have a “tower” (one of our play equipment) and I noticed that he was doing his homework at the top. I waited a few minutes and then walked over there. I asked him if I could come up, because I didn’t want to push him or make him think he has to talk to me. He said I could come up, so I did, and we sat in silence for a while, so he could finish his homework. Once he finished, I asked him how he was doing and if he slept. He told me he did sleep, and he didn’t have a bad dream. I asked him if he remember any of his other dreams, and at first, he said no. So I changed the topic and we talked about something happy. When that conversation died off we sat in silence again. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to leave, so I asked him if he wanted to get down and he said no, then I asked if he wanted me to leave or stay and he told me to stay. Then I asked if I could ask him some questions about his past and where he was before he came to Kuda Vana. At first, he didn’t seem to want to tell me anything, but he eventually told me a little bit. After he answered some more of my questions, I felt like it was getting to be too much, so I asked if I could pray with him. He let me put my hand on his shoulder and I prayed, and I could tell that he was crying even though he kept wiping away his tears with his shirt. Before I left I made sure to have a light and fun conversation, so he didn’t have to think about bad things all day. When I got back home I realized I had been sitting with him for over 2 hours. I am so proud of that boy for opening up, and I am so glad I got to be a part of that.
A few days after this Uncle Knowledge (our church and weekend activities coordinator) told us that the boy opened up to him about his dreams and about more of where he was before he came to Kuda Vana. I was so happy when I was told that! But this boy still has a long way to go to recover from the things he’s seen, in real life and in his nightmares, so please keep him in your prayers. Keep all these kids in your prayers."