All they asked was that we should continue to remember
the poor, the very thing I had been eager to do all along. Galatians 2:10 New
International Version
When I signed up for that
fateful mission trip to Kenya in 2006, this verse popped up somewhere along the
line. It surely stuck with me, even as I wondered at times if I was really
helping the poor at all. Was I even helping my team mates? Or myself?
I witnessed so much sorrow,
so much poverty in Africa. It seemed so overwhelming and what we did seemed
like so little. Yet sometimes that’s what counts. A hand held. A smile shared. Just
to know that someone cares.
Sometimes the only thing we
can do for those living in poverty is to remember them. To pray for them. To
ask that God’s will be done in their lives.
Kari and her Compassion child at the Compassion center in Nairobi.
Jen and her Compassion child planting an avocado tree to commemorate our visit, at the Compassion center at Ewuaso Kdong.
Michelle's Compassion child inside his home.
Michelle receives a gift from her Compassion child's father.
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