Some of us live in a different world than others.

This is not exactly mind blowing news, but how we get reminded of that sometimes does manage to make me stop and think. 

Our kids were off in San Pedro Sula this past weekend for a soccer tournament.  Cecilia came home with heavier bags than she left with, as she noticed that the free water and Gatorade that was being left out for people was being thrown away when not consumed.  So she has several new water bottles, and came home still with several new bottles of Gatorade.  She also wrote me to tell me of how much food was thrown away from the meals they were given every day.  The waste she sees on a regular basis continues to shock her, especially after her experiences working with the Milk Project.  

Speaking of which, I happened to get a text today from Maria regarding one of the children in Tegucigalpa.  Eduar comes from a home of extreme poverty, and for her to use those words given what she sees daily, that means something.  Eduar has to go to the hospital again, he has what is described to me as a hole in his heart that needs repair.  Right now, Maria was writing me because Eduar and his family sometimes go days without something to eat.  Sometimes when he is at the Milk Project, he does not want to eat...because he says his sister has not eaten (and she is not part of the Milk Project.)  When we have extra food every day, they rotate which of the children that are doing the worst get to take that home.  

Maria wanted to spend just a little bit of extra money to buy him some clothes, and food stuffs to take home.  

That was a decision that did not require much thought. 

But everything around that...requires a lot of thought, and prayer, on a regular basis.
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