It has been a space of time since posting on Meri's Musings...Her space is so uplifting, giving pause for thought. This week she speaks of blessings. I suppose the word Blessing means different things to different people.
Tuesday I read about the suddenness of Cambodian children becoming desperately ill, some swiftly slipping into death. I vividly recalled just a year ago being in Cambodia, visiting the orphanages, viewing a hospital with mothers' lining the street with their beseeching children tugging on their dusty skirts. The Cambodian people have been through so much, but there is a blessed resilience. The younger generation: the "littles" in their world, are innocent brown faced children with moon shaped smiles.
They are happy. They are optimistic. They love people.
They bashfully yearn for recognition and attention, as these smiling children in a local orphanage attest to.
They are happy. They are optimistic. They love people.
They bashfully yearn for recognition and attention, as these smiling children in a local orphanage attest to.
I feel blessed to have briefly rubbed shoulders, touched hands, admired artwork, and seen joy in their faces.
This week, three in our family have had some health issues, some more serious than others.
We pick up a phone, call a doctor, get immediate help in a clean, sanitary environment with the latest equipment and testing abilities.
These children rarely have access to medical care.
I am grateful they are finding the "cause" behind this sudden illness befalling the "littles."
That is a Blessing.
But I wish for MORE for these children.
This week, three in our family have had some health issues, some more serious than others.
We pick up a phone, call a doctor, get immediate help in a clean, sanitary environment with the latest equipment and testing abilities.
These children rarely have access to medical care.
I am grateful they are finding the "cause" behind this sudden illness befalling the "littles."
That is a Blessing.
But I wish for MORE for these children.
