Orphan organisation

02/06/2026

Orphan Black

01/31/2026

01/31/2026

Inbox

01/28/2026

Hey my name is Carrick and I'm willing to help those people the are not financially stable for God said; Those who will help the needy will be rewarded abundantly.
Send us a message on this page if you're seeking for help.

01/24/2026

01/24/2026

This song 🎵 😍


We offer donations to the needy.
Proverbs 19:17 (NIV): "Whoever is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward them for what they have done

01/24/2026

Psalm 68:5 tells us, “Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation.” His aim is to show orphans mercy, care, and protection, and because these waiting children are essential to him, they should be essential to us as his Church.

01/23/2026

Claire finally met some of our orphanage camp in Zambia it was such an awesome moment shared together, alot of things were share like food, clothes and also money to cater for the expenses in the orphanage.
ISAIAH 1:17. Learn to do right! Seek justice, encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow.

01/23/2026

The Florida sun is famous for its warmth, but to four-year-old Maya, it was a relentless witness to her disappearance. When her parents left, they didn't leave a note or a backpack; they simply left a void.
​For a year, Maya became a ghost in the land of tourists and palm trees. She learned the geography of hunger, knowing which trash bins behind the beachside cafes might hold a discarded crust of bread and which alleyways offered the least damp concrete for a bed. At five years old, her world was measured in inches: the height of a curb, the reach of a hand she hoped might offer a coin, and the distance between her and the families building sandcastles just a few blocks away.
​Her clothes grew stiff with salt air and dirt, and the bright Florida colors faded until she was the color of the pavement. She had forgotten what it felt like to hear her name spoken aloud.
​The Turning Point
​Grace arrived on a Tuesday—not with a lightning bolt, but with a pair of steady hands and a soft voice. An outreach worker from a national orphan organization found her huddled under a highway overpass, trying to stay dry during a humid afternoon downpour.
​When they lifted her up, she was so light it felt as though the wind might have carried her away. For the first time in 365 days, Maya wasn't looking for a scrap of food; she was looking into the eyes of someone who finally saw her. She walked out of the shadows of the Florida streets and into a life where a bed wasn't a luxury, and her name would never be forgotten again.