As I sit here in my well-stocked kitchen with a full belly from lunch, I can't help but feel guilty and blessed at the same time that my children are well and fed, and that they've never known true hunger. I can't imagine living in a community where the young die at such a rapid rate, simply because they don't have any food. I think of all of the food that I've had to scrape into the garbage that didn't get eaten, and how so many would have been happy to have eaten half of what was served at that meal.
I will never forget this video I saw of some American soldiers delivering food to remote villages in some desert region of the Middle East, and how this one elderly man was hunched over sifting through a section of the sand surrounding the soldiers' vehicle, looking for and collecting the single rice grains that had fallen from the bags that were delivered. Single rice grains in the sand. That is true hunger, and I'm thankful to God for sparing me and my children from experiencing that.
If that wasn't enough, here's another sobering fact for me to think about today: 80 children died of hunger while I typed this entry. I can feel God's heart breaking for these children, and am feeling the call to action.