Her face has flashed through my mind countless times in the past week. I remember her sitting in the dirt every rib protruding under her slack skin. I remember watching her baby attempt to nurse and thinking there couldn’t be much milk remaining in her deflated breast. I knew that if something didn’t change this mother would soon starve leaving her children in the care of their mentally ill father. I thought of her and prayed for her many times in the past week, but felt helpless to do more.
This morning we arrived the G-42 care point early. Pastor Gift announced that we would be delivering bags of food to two of the other AIM-sponsored care points. We loaded up 100 bags of food into the back of our van and thirty extras to share with families in the community that were in desperate need.
We gathered for prayer before leaving. Pastor Gift told us to ask the Lord to show us particular families that most needed the extra food. As soon as we began to pray her face and frail body again came to the forefront of my thoughts. As we finished praying Lindsay leans over and whispers to me, “We have to go to the house where the hut burned down.” I smiled and exclaimed, “I thought of the same family!” We go to tell Pastor Gift and the Lord had placed the same family on his heart as well. This is definite confirmation.
providing us with a tangible way to help this family. As soon as we arrive at the house and get out of the van, the mom begins to point and wave to Lindsay and me; she remembers us from last week’s visit. 
