It happens all the time, across the world. Intellectually, I know there are people who starve to death.
But I've never seen their hollowed cheeks, never heard their groans or smelled their fear. I've never held a starving person in my arms, her dry skin warm against mine, and prayed she'd live.
I found the story of Nabakoza and Betty on the blog Kisses From Katie. They're the last two August 2010 posts. From there I've learned that Renee, who is a missionary with Serving His Children, is in need of transportation. If you're interested in learning how you can help, this is their website:
Learning about Betty and Nabakoza ripped my heart a little. I want the tears to stay, to hurt and to remind me.
How do you feel about ministries like this? Do you support any? Is your main character involved with a mission or charity?