Then It Rains

sometimes working in a third world country makes me feel like i am emptying the ocean with an eye-dropper. and just when i have about half a cup full of water, it rains: more children from the villages migrate to our clinic in butiru, more abandoned and severely sick babies are found, more people are infected with aids and tb. it is enough to discourage even the most enthusiastic and passionate person. 

one of the staff members looked at me with nervous eyes, "this isn't even the rainy season yet..."

i am trying a new thing. i want to start listing a peak and a pit (AKA: praise and a prayer request):

PIT:
we had 80+ children at our clinic on monday.

we discharged 10 (praise the Lord), but sent 7 severely malnourished children to Serving His Children to be treated.

80+ sick babies. 

i become so overwhelmed at the thought of having more than 80 children seeking my help. & worst of all, the nurses tell me the rains have yet to come. I want to help them all, and in a perfect world, i could. my heart breaks over this fact.

please be in prayer with me and my family as we seek to share Christ with them and through Him alone, they can be saved not just physically but eternally.

PEAK:
WE HAVE GOATS. & WE MOVED INTO OUR NEW HOME.
these are the goats:

this is my humble abode:

sincerely yours,

Katie Sandy