randomly thinking about working in Compassion Atlanta. City of Refuge's gigantic food pantry where volunteers come in and fill boxes of food that are essentially supposed to feed families of 4 for 1 month. I remember taking special care of each of my boxes. Thinking of the meals they could create out of the things I tossed in there. Thinking of what I would want to eat if I was poor and had to survive of these food boxes. Getting frustrated towards the end when the supply of food we had out on the table became less and less and I wasn't able to make boxes that stood up to my standards. It's good to put yourself in someone else's shoes every now and again...preferably someone who only gets 2 new pairs of shoes a year from other people's donations. Doing ASB Atlanta over a year ago was life changing and every now and again, my mind goes back there and to all the people I met and things I witnessed and stuff we did. It keeps me grounded.
Just visited the website. I remember eating lunch in Eden's Village that one day and meeting the beautiful baby in that picture right there. We held her and played with her and she smiled and laughed as her mother looked on. She's too young to know her situation and hopefully will never really have to. Here's to hoping.
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