Every Day

Among His Little Flowers

Pastor Marshal drove us from the Delhi airport through a tangle of streets lined with wall to wall concrete houses that open to terraces at the top.  We stopped in front of an apartment building and climbed the stairs to the level where the railing disappeared; there we turned through a little blue door into a lovely home.

Pastor Marshal and Bhabi Ruth are the house parents for seven girls who are staying with Global Family long term.  Each morning seven girls are eating breakfast, brushing teeth, singing pretty hindi songs, and polishing shoes.  Masooma, Sonia, Jyoti, and Ruaksana are walked to the schoolhouse down the street, we wave goodbye and then head back to the group house.

There is a balcony on the side of the group house, where the girls go to look out at the busy street below.  There are men selling brightly coloured vegetables shouting their…

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