How many prayers from the women we help have remained unanswered? What endless empty promises from local Guatemalan governments that insist they will improve the lot of indigenous Mayan women have created resentment in their hearts? How many men have come into the lives of the women we assist, and left again after staying only long enough to create another child, loved but forever hungry? What stories have traveled back from the north, told by neighbors who have crossed, and have witnessed opportunity that is hopelessly out of grasp? What hope do our illiterate, cash-strapped mothers have for their children when faced with the obstacles they have?
Despite all of this and more, they persist, these resilient women. They continue to pray, and they offer me their prayers also. They have hope at each election, even though they don't understand the voting process and don't participate. Each man who shows interest is a potential promise of help feeding children who otherwise must go hungry. Hope? They have it, because they know without hope for a better future, one has nothing.
|( Photo by Roland)|