Yesterday Jodi and I went exploring a bit. We first went to visit one of our (further away) sponsored carepoints and then we went to look at a new carepoint with one of the local pastors. This pastor yet again saw the need and out of nothing he started this carepoint. It is a beautiful part of the country we were in, but the people are far from water, schools, stores and clinics. There are 116 homesteads in the area and there are no schools near by. The children have to walk very far to go to school, so most of them leave on Monday mornings and only come back on Fridays after school. I am not exactly sure where they stay during the week, but it is definitely not at their homes and it is not at a nice school dorm/hostel.

There is 2 volunteers at the care point cooking for 32 young ones (the ones who are not going to school). One of the volunteers also teaches the young ones to count, read, identify colors, and etch. She met us at the carepoint (we were there late in the afternoon after the kids have gone home) and she didn't look to good. She also said that she wasn't feeling too good, so we prayed for her and gave her some medicine.

Driving away, Jodi and I talked about the hopelessness and desperation that we could feel all around us. I even want to go as far as to say I could feel ‘death' all around us. It made me feel frustrated and helpless, because I don't think we can really help them at this stage. I feel so overwhelmed. We understand that the world is in economical trouble and that is why less people are giving money, but it means nothing to these kids who still go to bed hungry at night. We want to see happy kids playing, running and laughing at this care point. We have been here with a reason and we will do whatever it takes to help.