Why?

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  I am not his mother but my heart aches and tears are shed.  I see that face, oh how precious, and it BREAKS me!!  That little body, malnourished and sickly, forever leaving a mark in my mind.

What do we do?

What can I do?

30,000 have died

"...once our eyes are opened, we can't pretend we don't know what to do. God, who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls, knows that we know, and holds us responsible to act."



Proverbs 24:12

Thinking, pondering, praying...