![]() The two page article on the starving people of Venezuela stops me in my tracks. It is about a month old, but it was passed onto us and we’re just getting to reading it. It was a few nights ago that my husband tossed me a copy of The Week. My heart breaks, as I think it is meant to. There are sure to be orphaned, starving children waiting, hoping, languishing there. There are remote regions that have yet to receive aid. I click on the link, and I can hardly bear the weight of it all. I want to be brokenhearted for the broken things in our world. ![]() ![]() I don’t want to cover my eyes just because it is someone else or because it is painful. I’m enjoying my first quiet moments of the day, and don’t want to spend them aching for someone else. It simply isn’t as entertaining as Buzzfeed or a friend’s vacation pictures.Īnd if I’m honest, I don’t want to feel that pain and heartbreak right now. Perhaps because it isn’t as tempting as click-bait promises of 5 ways of something or other. Even when I talk about people in need and want to do something for them, even in the midst of good intentions and brave words, it is so easy to miss the pain and heartache of another.Ī friend posted pictures of relief being given in Haiti after Hurricane Matthew.
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