First, and most importantly, let me update the orphan water situation I wrote about a week ago. Two more children have died in a new wave of dysentery and all of the remaining eighteen children are alive and receiving care. Another orphanage has been found (by a team who got lost going to help the original orphanage) who is also suffering from the epidemic and have already lost five children. Please look into http://abicongo.blogspot.com/ to get more information on how to help and continue to keep them in your thoughts and prayers.
My thoughts from day twenty-seven have left me conflicted.
On one hand I absolutely refuse to go back to turning a blind eye to the grave food and water conditions around they world. It's unacceptable to me. I will find a way to help. I have returned to school, this time focusing on nursing (not so sure what I'll do with that business degree just yet). I'm hoping that a nursing degree will eventually allow me (through both finances and knowledge) to travel on missions trips and make a difference to those in need.
On the other hand I also know I must find some balance to my discoveries. I need to find ways to help, but I also need to live my life and--more importantly--allow my kids to live theirs. So how do I go from the knowledge to the implementation of helping without becoming a fanatic? What is the balance? Will I know it when I find it? Is it possible?
Tomorrow we start our "Poverty Awareness" weeks (thanks Donnie for the great title). What will it bring? I am going into it with only a dab of excitement. I am nervous it will be met with much more resistance from the small ones since living out of our pantry hasn't been nearly as hard as we imagined. But I also feel the lessons will feel more tangible so that is an exciting thought to me.
As the oldest said tonight: time for rice and beans. :)