Her name is Reba. She didn't know how old she is or how long she'd been in Tenkasi. All she knew was her name and where she'd come from. When they found her, she was immaciated, filthy,sick and near death. She looked like something out of a WWII concentration camp film clip, nothing but skin and bones.

It was the first real look for us at the reality that is this place. Millions live like this...no concept of time, no family, moving from place to place eating garbage until they're too old or too sick and finally starve to death, alone and unnoted. No one has cared for Reba her entire life, she has no family, only barely even has a name, and now that someone cared enough to notice, it is probably too late.

When the girls reported her to the school, they agreed to take her in. There was no hesitation or grudging cooperation. They simply did. Mary bathed her, one of the girls at the school fed her, and the team prayed for her.

We don't know what will happen. They said they would care for her until she was healthy enough to decide what to do or she died. We're praying that she will become a story that exalts God's glory, rather than a story that rends hearts. It is in his hands.

All I know is that unlike the millions of others, her life will not pass unnoticed. I will never forget what very little I learned of her.