It's hard to put into words all of the emotions that have coursed through me since my arrival to India. One of the more difficult issues to grapple with is that of the beggars--especially when it's children. What am I supposed to do when chilren the ages of my youngest neices and nephews press their faces to my windshield at stoplights? How do I keep from breaking down when a little girl is grasping the hem of my shirt and the shirts of the other ladies in our group? The little girl could have been 4 or 5 years old. Yet, to give them money means nothing. Begging is a big time business and any money given to the child would have been taken by the adult, often time a parent, with the child receiving a small pentance of what had been collected throughout a day on the streets.
This picture of the little girl was the first one I took. What a one to remember. She ran straight up to our minivan at a red light and tapped on our window the entire time saying, "Hello! Money! Hello! Money!"
The cows are quite hysterical around here. I liked this one because it looks like he is waiting in line at the corner market. Many more pictures have been taken, but I'll have to wait to post.
Time is running against me and I need to turn in for the night. After two full days of reaching out to others and being completely spent of the spirit, a full-nights rest would be most welcome. Thank you for remembering us. The Father has moved in a mighty and powerful way within many of the women. Thank you for thinking of my knee. It has not hurt one iota since Friday morning. He hears. He answers!
