One Man’s Junk
I just threw something away. While this is not a rare occurrence for me, this time was different.
I remembered.
I could see the children in Liberia begging, waiting, hoping beyond hope that our junk would become their treasure. Every time we would finish a bottle of water, dozens of children would flock to us, hoping to be the recipients of one of the empty “useless” bottles.
Remembering this is good for me. To whom much is given much is required. I have so much that I casually discard things that would be precious to friends in other places.
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I think about this every time I throw water bottles away now! The kids in Zambia did it too. I’m still fascinated by standing before a grass covered plot of land thinking how sad it will be that we couldn’t help them make it look like a garden because we didn’t have tools, just as everyone began grabbing sticks and using them to clear the land. It was a striking American moment because they did it faster than I’ve ever done with a rake…
Perhaps conveniences really do hinder…
Ah, yes. The kids here often gather outside my house, whispering through the cracks in my windows, “Jennie. Jennie. You give me container!” They are referring to water bottles.
I so relate to how you feel at times. I praise God for the blessings we have and ask Him for direction on how to best handle what I have.
God bless you.
So true, Carol.
haha, yeah Cami. sounds like our church should do a series on convenience…
That’s awesome Jennie. I can hear their voices in my mind.