I am HERE because something must be done for the
Internally Displaced People of Kenya
The Heart of the Matter is that…
-When it rains here, I can’t help but see the many families of IDP and ALL of their possessions being soaked for days when it downpours.
-When it is windy here, I remember that they don’t have shelter or even a blanket to cover them from the dust rising up in the valley.
-When I swat at a mosquito here, I know I’m not in harms way of Malaria. Yet, they don’t even have a net to protect them from the rampant fatal sickness.
-When it is so hot that I have to, God forbid stand up to go turn on my air conditioning, I see them all huddling under one tiny tree for some shade and relief from the blistering shine.
–When I think my tap water tastes bad and alternatively reach for a water bottle instead, I see them walking miles just to get water that they haveto boil before they can drink.
-When I go through the Mcdonalds drive thru to get my $1 sweet tea, I remember that their family income might be that $1 for the entire week.
-When I toss my dirty clothes in the hamper at the end of the day and stare at my closet full, I remember that they have one maybe two sets of clothes that are covered in filth and dirt.
-When I prefer to walk around barefoot, I remember that the people of the IDP camps would go crazy over the amounts of shoes I have in my closet.
-When I complain about my school work, I see all the kids at the camps staying back from school because their parents can’t come up with $2 a month to educate them.
The heart of the matter is that this is
ABSOLUTELY UNACCEPTABLE.
The heart of the matter is that
God is asking US to partner with Him
to bring these people into a place of self-sustainment.
Now, I recognize not everyone is in position to necessarily GO, but I know mostly everyone can come up with at least $5 a week to help defeat this problem.
This IS NOT a plea of support for me,
this is a plea for the people of Kenya.
A plea for the people alive today in the current struggle.
A plea for generations to come, that do not deserve to be born into this cycle of poverty.
If the strings of your heart were tugged on, or if you think this is absolutely unacceptable then please join my team and I as we fight on the behalf of the forgotten. You can donate by clicking the support me tab on the left. Typing in my name, “Elizabeth Martin” and setting up monthly donations.
FIGHT ON THE BEHALF OF
THE FORGOTTEN
