Perspective

Yesterday we spent the day in Fikru's village, desperately trying to find a house (shack) for the family who took care of him after his parents passed away. Alison and were shocked to see the way they have been living.....and never,ever.... not once.....have they asked us for anything. Gadisae's home is an 8x10 hut built from mud and straw with a poor excuse for a tin roof (6 people occupy this tiny space). The roof has many holes and with the rainy season drawing near, their meager belongings will have a bath on a daily basis if this is not fixed. While staying at the Afro land lodge we watched the families living beside the hotel scrub and clean their homes everyday....working from dawn to dusk to clean, feed and clothe their families. Their homes were palaces compared to what we saw yesterday.

I wish I could fix this......for everyone.

Mickey and Behoneah (Fikru's friends), live in a compound sponsored by missions. Their tiny little pad is at least 3x larger than Gadisae's home. Still, I was very saddened that they have lived so long without a mom or dad. Behoneah had to quit school last year (grade 8) in order to provide for himself and Mickey. Yet, not a complaint. Just intense gratitude for what we have done for Fikru. Asked for nothing. Nothing. (Hey hon, if you are reading.....they would be a blessed addition to our family! *wink*)

So much to process......

So many to help.

Still waiting for word on the visa. Flight leaves tomorrow night. We need a miracle.

Blessings,
me