When you rock your child or grandchild to sleep, humming a lullaby softly under your breath, imagine the woman who gave birth to them. Imagine her being addicted to some substance that changes who she is. Imagine, in her addiction, she runs away from the sweet one in your arms, never to return. Who feeds the wee one?
Where is the father? Where is the mother? Nowhere to be found.
Five children; three boys, and two girls. The eldest boy begs for food in the streets so he can try to feed his younger siblings. The second oldest brother and sister do their best to care for the baby girl, who cries constantly because she is hungry. Can you hear her tummy grumbling? The youngest boy is very sick with some infection causing swelling in his genitalia. Where will medical help come from? Who will pay for it?
The “home” is heated with a charcoal stove. I have concerns about carbon monoxide build up.
Everything in their lives is simply unbelievable—hopeless—which is clearly evident on their faces. I can barely see them through the tears in my eyes and soul. What I have mentioned above are only a few of the physical things they push against on a daily basis. What emotional issues are they trying to cope with?
How do I help them? The only place I can think to go to is you, my dearest supporters. Can you spare a few dollars to sponsor them? At the very minimum, feed them a small meal a day?
Five little angels, Pray for them as I do. Consider sponsoring them.
“But as for me, I will look to the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.” Micah 7:7
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