This is what breaks the heart of a missionary. Early this morning, I walked by our front gate when I saw these mothers with their babies sitting on the curb outside the big gate. They were dirty and dusty and had come a long way.

Suddenly, a crowd gathered to look on. There were guys on motorcycles listening, so I brought them inside. They are all mothers, poor mothers, some with babies in their arms.

When I looked into their faces, I had to hide my eyes with tears. They had all been sleeping in the marketplace in their town, in the straw booths sleeping on the ground. They were hungry, and their babies needed food.

I thought, “I may be falling for a trap. How do I know if they are telling me the truth?”

Then I thought, “What if I turn away a real need? What if God sent them here?”

I decided to follow my heart…I got some school backpacks and filled them with the Feed My Starving Children food. We got some bottled water and sandwiches for them to eat. I put some money in an envelope in each backpack, prayed for them, and let them go.

We cannot do everything, but all of us can do something. They left with hope in their hearts, and as the Haitians say, “Hope makes us live.”

God bless all our partners,

Sherry