Those Could Be My Children

My heart has been heavy as news continues of the drought in the horn of Africa (affecting parts of Kenya, Ethiopia and Somalia).

I found an article in Time talking about this crisis and refugee camps.  There are 70,000 people camped outside of this refugee camp and though things are barely at a survival rate in the refugee camp, the people there are the “lucky ones”. Today, my friend, Tricia, posted this article and video from CNN on the largest refugee camp:

http://www.cnn.com/2011/HEALTH/08/09/largest.refugee.camp/index.html

Did you watch it? 

Mothers are literally walking for days, some walking for weeks across the desert with their children.  It mentions a mother who would walk with one child, set him down, go back for her other child and repeat this process, day after day across the desert. 

I watched it in tears as I realized, those kids, they could be mine.  That mother, watching her baby waste away, that could be me.

(Photo taken by United Nations)

But it’s not me. 

Look, here I am, with my babies.

So, do I just breathe a deep sigh of relief, thank God for His provision for my family, whisper a prayer for rain and move on with my day?  To be honest, sometimes, yes, that is what I do.  Not this time, God has not been letting me off the hook.    Let us unite in fervent prayer and match our prayers with our giving.

Two reputable organizations taking donations for relief:

www.samaritanspurse.org

www.worldvision.org