Reading about Ann’s recent trip to Guatemala has left my soul haunted. (Click here to read it yourself.)
I look at my children and my heart aches with thanksgiving that they do not suffer in poverty as so many in the world do. My heart yearns for them to understand just how truly blessed they are – oh my goodness, BEYOND blessed!
And my heart is torn apart for those that do suffer. For those that do not know the feel of a warm shower every day; the comfort of air conditioning; the feeling of a full stomach with no worry of when the next meal will come. Their own room, a tv, a computer, a cell phone…school, friends, laughter, learning.
I feel inadequate to deal with all the suffering I see, hear about, and read about on a daily basis.
The modern-day slave.
The battered women and children.