She lifts her eyes at me again.
My son and I were starving.
She doesn’t wipe them away.
small son crying to eat? How would I feel holding his thin
body against my swollen belly throughout the dark night only
to have nothing to offer him when morning broke? Would the baby weight in my womb burden my thoughts with worry?”
comes easy when the belly is full, home is comfortable
and threats of death don’t hover like vultures.
Part of the ministry in Kenya is to hear these women’s stories.
courage find us, let their desires to truly live burn like fire in
our hearts. Our passion connects with their pain, and together
we look to God for answers.
her and invited her to join the DIG training. She attended
every session - watching, discussing, praying, learning. We talked, planned and moved forward with her vision to sell
grains. After submitting a proposal and receiving a donation
to start her ministry/business, Benta found a place near her
small home, close to her children. Yes, her children. Benta did
not abort her baby. She birthed a girl and named her Winnie.