I never expected to see it in America.

I had been overseas and seen it a number of times,

but never in the United States.

She was dirty, scarred, stinky, and torn.

She carried her baby in a sling, African style.

Children tattered and dirty.

The husband looked the same.

There was no sign of well-being the way I saw it,

but it was more than present.

It was all I could do to stand within a few feet,

but what she had drew me in.

We could find no jobs, so we moved here.

I knew I could bake, so we started making breads.

By selling the bread, we get to live.

Kneading the dough gives opportunity to pray,

and both of us get to love our kids

because they are with us!

We have now found a place to stay.

We have no running water or electricity,

and no amenities that you may be use to,

but God is giving us a new outhouse!

I'm so excited that He has provided us

the opportunity to dig it ourselves!

I don't know what tomorrow may look like,

but God is so good to us.

I honestly can say that He is faithful

all the time.