Usually I join up with Lisa-Jo with #FMFParty, but she’s taking a break this week. So some wonderful ladies decided our prompt should be break, and we are meeting at Trending Mama’s blog for a change. It’s like a #FMFPicnic at a friend’s house. 🙂
So today we’re writing on:
Originally, I had planned to write about resting and taking a break from things. But no, that’s not where my words are coming from today.
My heart’s been broken, friends. <-Click to Tweet
No, I didn’t go through a breakup, and I didn’t lose the love of my life (I have yet to find him). But my heart is broken over these beautiful children. A class of kindergarteners who worked with me in the garden in my Kalahari village. The older Garden Club kids who sat through lessons and garden activities.
I felt so helpless after I analyzed their weights and heights. I found that over 60% of them were wasted (indicating short or long term malnutrition) and about 35% of them were stunted (indicating long term malnutrition). I saw the wasted bodies, the yellowing and brittle hair, and the distended bellies. And I saw my heart break.
Living among poverty like that is crushing. I went back to my house each night and had dinner, but many of my students didn’t. I woke up and had breakfast with coffee, and many of my students had to wait until the free school lunch to eat. I saw disease and infection sap what little health these children had.
My heart is still broken. I tried to teach them how to grow their own food, and some of them really got into it. I pray they remember it, and that somehow, it helps them feed themselves.
I pray for them. Now, that’s all I can do.