Why is there such suffering in our world?
Why are there millions of orphans starving right in Africa, in Ethiopia, in Addis Ababa as I sit at a computer and type?
Why do I feel completely helpless to do anything to make a change?
Yes, today is one of those days in which I feel the overwhelming weight of all that I know, have seen first hand, and will see again in the upcoming months.
They are children, children like my daughter. What could have been my daughter had her birthmother decided to raise her. They are beautiful, curly-haired, huge-eyed children who are no different than what R could have been.
Why were they born into poverty and me into privilege?
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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