Valarmathi

Hari Hara

Jersha

Dhinesh

     In September 1997 Dhivya was born to a Hindu couple in South India.  Before long her father left her unhealthy mother for another woman.  Work in nearby houses provided little income for a mother with two small daughters.  There was seldom enough food. 

     Then, in the summer of 2002 Dhivya moved into a place where she will have food, learn about Jesus, be able to go to school, and live among Christians who will love and care for her.  Reckon one day she might be a teacher, maybe even a missionary to her own people?

Dhivya

       Jeyaraj was only moments old when his mother died.  She gave him his life, then left him and two older children in the care of his father.  Malnutrition and lack of sanitation take a heavy toll among the poor of India.  The father was sickly, unable to find work.

     This child was eventually left to wander here and there seeking food.  By God's grace he was discovered by DWC missionaries and admitted to Bob's Happy Children Home.  Caring Christians, you and I, make it possible.  Please join us.  We need you!

Fun! Fun! Fun!  A rare occasion to visit the coast of Southern India.  It's only a few miles away but this is the first visit for many of these little ones.

Their lives include daily chores, learning to be clean, helpful and cooperative.  Each day begins by gathering for singing, Bible stories and learning God's Word.

Meals aren't feasts, but they are wholesome.  There's lots of love with a good balance of fun and seriousness.

Catch the excitement as Daisy, their loving 'mother' examines cloth that will be made into new 'dress' for the children.   Soon it will be Christmas!  Oh, goody!  New clothes for Christmas!

Bob and Footy took the special gifts from Reaching Out friends and purchased bolts of cloth to make new clothes.  Talk about appreciation!

Bible verses adorn the walls.  Jesus is the reason.

FIRE!  These little brothers were at school when their mentally ill father set fire to their house, burning their mother who was inside.  When the father learned his injured wife was alive and hospitalized, he committed suicide.  The mother survived but not in condition to care for her boys.  She is a Christian.  Her sons are safe, and now will learn how to be eternally safe in Christ.

Doesn't our Father have the sweetest way of bringing His children together?

These young ladies are sisters.  They had been living in a thatched tent of a nearby neighbor with their disabled  tubercular father and ill mother.  With no income, food was scarce.  School was unthinkable, the future bleak.

A local pastor, a need, an opportunity and listening believers. . . in the USA!

Reaching out together!

     My name is Asha.  I came from a village called Muhilanvilai.  I am one of the older girls here.  When I was two, my mother died as my baby brother was being born.  My father took care of us until he was killed in an accident.  Then my old grandmother took us.  She is very poor.  She couldn't feed us well or send us to school.

     Brother Ebenezer came to our village to tell us about Jesus.  My grandmother met him and cried bitterly about the poor condition of her grandchildren.  He kindly took me and my brother, Aji, in.  We are so thankful.  We pray for God to bless those who are helping him.

     Muthukumar lost his father in 1995 when he was three years old. His father was a Hindu man living in Aanaiyoor village.  His mother took care of him for a few years.  Then in 2001 she was affected with a weakened heart and was no longer able to work in the fields to support him.

     Muthu Kumar was eager to study.  He had heard about Jesus and wanted to learn more.  He heard about our Children's Home and asked to be admitted.  He was eager and had a need.  God is fulfilling His plan in this boy's life.

     What does a seven year old girl do when her mother is suddenly taken by cancer?  What if her father is also ill and bedridden?

     Stephy and Valan found refuge with a poor uncle who took care of them for a while, then required eleven year old Valan to go for 'cooli works' (day labor) in someone's fields.

     Saddened and affected by their mother's untimely death, and needy, we gladly received them into our Home.

THANK YOU, DEAR SENSITIVE FRIENDS!   You heeded our cry for help in getting water.  Your love gifts allowed us to have our well deepened.  Now we can drink and bathe and cook and wash our clothes again.  Thank you, thank you!  May God bless you indeed!