Showing posts from May, 2015

A Holy Experience by Ann Voskamp

And there’s no holding this tattered roar back. I’m angry at sin that smothers children and selfishness that steals human dignity and apathy that infects the hearts of the comfortable.   And I pound my own chest. I’m angry at me. Angry at how much I want comfortable more than I want Christ. Angry at how much I want to forget that grimy boy leaned over a garbage heap, wiping his fingers along the inside of food tray, looking for anything left.  I’m wildly angry that I want to forget the struggle of the poor so I can pin the next pretty idea on Pinterest. I’m angry that I’ve seen and  I’m ashamed that I am angry  and I’m angry that  I’ve seen and now I am responsible . More than respons-able –  we’re response-bound.  Once we have seen the poor, we are responsible — we  will  make a response. As long as your heart is beating, there’s no such thing as unresponsive. We all look into the face of the poor and it’s either Yes, I will help. Or no, I won’t. There’s no getting off the

A normal day

Many people have asked since I haven't taken in orphans yet, what does a normal day look like for me. "Normal days" occur in my dreams quite often. I dream of shopping with my sisters. Going to work and making enough to always pay the bills. I dream of wearing jeans and my hair down. I dream of Target and sweet tea and the radio. I dream, and then I wake up. You see, where I live, there is none of that fancy, dancy. It is dark. It is hard. It is a third world, and the word "normal" is no where to be found. I wake up from sweating to the sweet sound of roosters (who havent quite gotten the correct schedule down pat)and where the sun never blinks. Throw my hair in a bun, put on a skirt, grab a granola bar, and head to the village. Easy I know. So I walk outside to get 100 eyes staring at me because my skin is just so ghostly. I walk pass the ladies washing clothes in the filthy ditch water while their small babies play in the dirt near by. I arrive at Noldi

May Update

                                           This is Valerie. My neighbor and best friend!              I walked outside to where the kids were playing and found a plastic bag with a dead baby bird in it, no taller than 6 inches. They killed it with a rock and will share it for dinner. I know we eat chicken and turkey but this just turns my stomach. I gave them my left over rice to share. A day doesn't go by where I don't hear "Ellie, I'm hungry" "Give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread" Proverbs 30:8 Building a brand new house for Doune, who will be one of La Limye's employees in the near future.   Cooking 17 bags of spaghetti for the village. We top it off with a ketchup/mayonaise sauce!   Our greenhouse/shadegarden on the left. The home for girls in the middle. The front gate entrance on the right.   At 375ft down, we hit lots of beautiful, God given, clean water!!! We have tanks to fill