Sparkly snow. Cold air. Rosy cheeks.
Mud. Garbage. Tears.
Laughter. Warm conversation. Family.
Tears. Fighting. Broken homes.
Christmas tree. Wrapped presents. Snow globes.
Crowded homes. No money. No room.
Turkey dinner. Apple cider. Full stomachs.
Ugali? Beans? Hungry bellies.
Thick snow.
Torrential rains.
Dry house.
Flooded homes.
Happiness.
Heartache.
Canada.
Mitumba.
Our Christmas.
Christmas in the slum.
Mud. Garbage. Tears.
Laughter. Warm conversation. Family.
Tears. Fighting. Broken homes.
Christmas tree. Wrapped presents. Snow globes.
Crowded homes. No money. No room.
Turkey dinner. Apple cider. Full stomachs.
Ugali? Beans? Hungry bellies.
Thick snow.
Torrential rains.
Dry house.
Flooded homes.
Happiness.
Heartache.
Canada.
Mitumba.
Our Christmas.
Christmas in the slum.
Why does this picture seem so wrong? Why is this so unfair? Why are some so blessed, while others struggle for survival?
Hard questions. Hard questions that don’t have immediate answers.
Our kids suffered during the Christmas season, while we enjoyed wealth and warmth. Our kids had to deal with abuse, drunkenness and fighting, while we dealt with too many gifts and too much food.
Fair?
I don’t think so.
Think about it.
Let it bother you.
And let it change you.
Let it bother you.
And let it change you.
4 comments:
Dangit, Andrea, you are just so skilled in making me cry! :)
Woah! I love the new template!
By the way, that comment above was a compliment! :)
I've thought of you guys since we met you in Kenya. We'll be praying as you work toward the future.
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