I am once again overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by Zimbabwe - a place stricken with political animosity and hyper-inflation. A place where the government and economic system are pushing people further and further into povery and despair with every day that passes.
Hands at Work just moved in to be with the poorest of the poor.
I think about the Granny that Lynn told us about that was left to care for her 14 grandchildren, all squished in the single room of their house. They sleep like sardines. When does she smile? Is it on the days she tells the kids they can't eat or is it when the older girls don't come home for the night because they are working to bring home money? When?
It's times like these that I must believe and earnestly pray for miracles. What other hope is there?
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