September 5, 2009
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My friends tell different stories than i do
We will be eating and my friend tells me that she grew up sleeping in a hammock. she can remember the first bed she got–a roll up pad. Her sister lived with her aunt until she was nine, because there were too many mouths to feed.
Another friend is washing dishes with me and tells me how she grew up helping her mom wash clothes. they bundled them up in a sheet and balanced them on their heads as they walked to the river. they beat the clothes out on the rocks until they were clean. the wet clothes were so heavy to carry back.
I sat on the couch while one friend recounted how her dad had left, and she, her mom, an brother made $90USD a month. And they never once went hungry. God provided every day for a year, when her dad returned.
i spend a lot of time just listening in Brasil. Because there is so much to hear.
This week was a lot of ups and downs. and the downs were so very low and the highs were so very high…please do keep Living Stones/Peti in your prayers. The director and the coordinator were fired and so all the money and food assistance is tied up until they have new people in those positions. which trickles down to mean that while the government tries to sort out various corrupt issues, the children suffer. And please pray that these positions are filled by people who actually care about the children, and would do their job well.
At the moment, until the end of next week, the children have food. but after that…no one really knows. Each day is a new day.
