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The Cry That Stayed With Me:
 

In 2018, I packed my bags and said yes to an adventure called the One-Year Challenge in China. I thought I was just stepping into a new culture, ready to serve and grow. I had no idea that somewhere thousands of miles away, in a part of the world I had never been, a dream was quietly waiting to be born.
 

It was during my time in China that I met Jenkin and Wendy Richard—two people whose hearts beat deeply for the forgotten and the unseen. Through them, I was introduced to the Divya Orphanage in India, and suddenly, my world grew bigger. The stories they shared planted something in me I couldn’t yet name.
 

But it wasn’t until a brother, someone who had been on mission trips to India, shared his experience that the seed truly took root. He spoke of a visit to a state-run girls’ orphanage—just one of many stops on their trip, but this one refused to be forgotten. As he described the encounter, his voice trembled. He told us how the girls, desperate and heartbroken, clung to the visitors, crying and pleading to be taken with them.
 

I looked into his eyes and saw something I wasn’t prepared for—an anguish that wasn’t just about what he had seen, but about what he couldn’t do. And from that moment, their cries somehow became mine.
 

That story haunted me. Not in a way that brings fear, but in a way that awakens something deeper—a calling. For the next two years, even as I served in China, their voices echoed in my prayers, in my dreams, in the quiet in-between moments. I couldn’t forget them. I wasn’t meant to.
 

Right before I returned to the U.S. in 2020, it happened. Not with fanfare or a lightning bolt moment, but with the gentle, undeniable whisper of God: Build them a home.
 

Not just a shelter: A home.
A place where girls wouldn’t have to cry to be taken away—because they would already belong.
A place where love lives, safety surrounds, and futures are rewritten.
 

That’s how the dream was born. Not from a blueprint or a strategy, but from a story. From sorrow. From a seed of compassion watered by time, tears, and the quiet voice of God.
 

And now, with His help and the hands of those who also dare to believe – Nikesh Gnanasekaran and Andre Ovissi – I’m committed to establishing an orphanage, Janaki Home of Hope, in the Tamil Nadu region of India. Not because I have all the answers—but because I can’t ignore the call.