Saturday, April 16
Feels good to do good...
It really does. Its a rewarding feeling knowing we shared our resources and were able to provide a reasonable amount of groceries for someone who cannot afford them much less the gas it would've taken for her to get there. We live a minute from the major highway here in town and our sweet new friend lives miles and miles away behind the airport. After some mailbox confusion we were able to fill up her kitchen table with bags of food. :) You never realize how precious of a commodity food is; how much of a privilege it really is. Food should be something that everyone has access to. While this lady would not be kicked out of any store the price of the food and the distance make it a privilege while it should be a right. She should have the right to the food she wants and yet she depends on charity. I don't want to come across as feeling sorry for her; I don't think she'd want that. What I mean to say is while I'm glad that there are people and churches able to provide things like groceries it seems strange and out of my "bubble" for these services to be needed. No one should have to go without something like food. We always hear about places like Africa where children are dying from starvation all day every day despite their parents sacrificing their own hunger for their kids. We ALWAYS hear about the global problems and how we can donate money for someone to allegedly help them. We like to think our money is helping, but the reality is that we'll never really know for sure unless we make the trip ourselves. Even then, can we meet the exact person we believe we helped? Today I looked inward. The opportunity to help locally was there and I knew that the money I used would go to good use. Now our new friend and her aged daughter have food through Easter at the minimum. Is it strange that I feel I'm not doing enough? I can't help but think what they'll do after those groceries are gone? What about Christmas? At least I have their address and a phone number. I feel driven to do more. What that'll be, I don't quite know yet.
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